Author's Note: And the fun begins!
Chapter Two
Hermione sat crossed legged on the bench in the waiting room while reading a magazine. Her feet were bare and her hair was still the same as it always was. She had removed all her clothing except the robe, which is the dress code at the spa. The magazine she was reading had caught her eye, or more like the face on the cover.
"Draco Malfoy: The Quidditch Playboy." His face was under the headline. He was posing with his cocky smirk, which Hermione remembered all too well. His blonde hair was let loose, hanging into his soft gray eyes. His chest was bare, revealing his well-toned abs. She raised an eyebrow. He sure is good looking. She cursed herself for thinking that about the snake that taunted her so horribly when she was younger. She flipped to the article inside about him. In the center were three different pictures; each was of him with a different girl coming from a hotel. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Haven't changed a bit, have you Malfoy?" She un-intentionally asked out loud to what she thought was only herself.
"I suppose not." She shot up and found the figure of her childhood enemy. He was covered simply in a robe that matched hers: all white with a blue moon on the upper left side. He smirked at her as he took a seat across the room from her. She narrowed her eyes at him. Of all the people to run in to, it has to be him. "It's been such a long time we've had a chat."
"Surprised you know who I am." He laughed at her and threw a different kind of magazine at her. Instead of celebrity gossip and fashion tips, it show cased political views and scandals of past government officials. Hermione noticed her name on the cover. "The Real Tom Riddle by Hermione Granger" Hermione blushed as she noticed a small, but noticeable, picture of herself under the title of her first big breakthrough.
"It was a hit." She looked back up at Draco and frowned.
"Who knew you read this sort of stuff?" He smirked.
"Who knew you read that sort of stuff?" She tossed the magazine with Draco's face on it aside and shrugged her shoulders.
"Nothing better to read." He frowned and turned to look away from her. It's true, he had heard all about her career. She had become quite the controversy after her story about Lord Voldemort and his past. But she didn't stop pushing limits after that; she kept digging deeper and finding even more mysterious truths. Draco had even read a couple of her articles. He had to admit, the girl could write.
Hermione had also been aware of Draco's success. She was after all, a fan on the team he played for. She had been to the games where he earned his fame, in support of Ron. Ron would constantly complain about how is hogged all the cameras and press to himself, but Hermione kind of always thought Ron was just jealous.
Draco glanced over at Hermione. She had grown up since the last time they met in person. The last time he saw her face to face was when they were Heads. Her hair was shorter, and piled up on her head with chopsticks. Her face was plain, with no makeup at all. Her lips were a nature red, and her skin was a pale cream color. She had a slender figure with all the right curves. He blinked a couple times to remind him of who he was checking out. Hermione had also noticed the man who she remembered as a boy. But she would never, never admit that to him.
Draco sighed and stretched his arms. He laced his fingers together and popped his knuckles, earning a glare from Hermione. He smiled innocently and leaned back into the wall. He couldn't help but watch her. He was fascinated that a girl like her found time for beauty rest.
"Shouldn't you be pestering a guard of some forbidden library?" Hermione returned the comment with a sigh.
"Honestly, I was only doing my work. The library shouldn't even be off limits. It's a wonder what they're hiding in there."
"Things that aren't meant for little girls."
"Oh, shut your trap. You don't have the slightest clue about anything. It's best you stick to topics that involve Quidditch, women, or cars. Oh, and of course, money." Draco laughed.
"You're a very arrogant person."
"You have no room to talk, Malfoy."
"Good thing you haven't forgotten my name."
"How can I? It's only tattooed on the backside of every female in this spa!"
"Really? You don't say? Maybe I'll have to ask a few of these females to show me." Hermione rolled her eyes in disgust.
"Pervert."
"I'm young, it's expected of me."
"For a whore. But any respectable woman expects much more." Draco raised an eyebrow. Hermione was starting to think her day off wasn't going to be much fun.
"And what respectable woman are you speaking of? Perhaps, you?"
"Get over yourself."
"Maybe it's you who needs to get over me."
"No, I'd actually have to have a thing for you, to need to get over you."
"You know you can't resist my charm."
"HA! What charm? You really think you have charm?"
"I think I have a lot of things."
"Including a fat head."
"But a handsome fat head."
"I guess you only think that because the tabloids say so?"
"I think that, because I know it's true."
"I think your ego has gotten as big as Fluffy."
"Fluffy?"
"Oh… nothing." Hermione had forgotten the three-headed dog; Fluffy was a secret from the rest of the school. Her, Harry, and Ron had gone up against the mutant giant in their first year. None of the other students had heard of Fluffy.
Madam Moon came hustling into the waiting room with a stack of towels and a motherly smile. "Hermione, dear, your room is ready. And so is yours, Draco. Both of you follow me!"
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Hermione relaxed on her stomach as a short black haired girl rubbed her shoulders and back. Today was supposed to be about relaxation, and heaven knows Hermione needed it.
The spa was strictly used for wizards and witches, no muggles knew about it. To them, it was disguised as a run down warehouse. And who really wants to go inside a creepy building? But if you possessed magic, you're eyes weren't fooled. Madam Moon placed the enchantment on the spa so she could dedicate her magic to her wizard costumers and not have to make sure a muggle wasn't around.
The room Hermione was in was filled with the sounds of running water and birds, another enchantment place by Madam Moon. The room had a nature feel to it, which is what Hermione ordered. She liked the outdoors, and it made her feel relaxed. So why not bring it inside the spa? Madam Moon was talented with relaxing and soothing spells and potions. That was why the spa was so famous. Madam Moon could relax even the most tensed and stressed witch or wizard in the world. All she need to know was what they found peaceful and enjoying, and then presto! They were filled in a room that suited them, right down to their favorite smells.
Her day was almost perfect, with the exception of running into Malfoy. It didn't surprise her Malfoy would go to a spa she always knew he was into his looks. It really had been a long time since she had seen him in person. He looked a lot like he did at Hogwarts, just a lot more muscle. She wondered if he got stressed out too. With all the fame and money, it must be hard for him to be alone. She snapped back to reality and remembered she had almost felt sorry for the only person in her life she hated more than Voldemort.
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Draco let out a small groan as the masseuse's hands rubbed his sore muscles. He closed his eyes; his whole body was still tense from the match. It took a lot out of him to practice with all his strength, and then play with all his strength and more. He pushed himself to his limits every single match, but it paid off. He brought honor back to the Malfoy name, after what his father had done. He was known as the driven, talented, and suave Quidditch star. His name was everywhere. Well, almost everywhere.
The muggle world had never heard of Draco Malfoy before. When he drove down their streets, they didn't give him second glances or high piercing shrieks. It was like he was a no body, but he wasn't. He was someone big, muggles just didn't know it. For some reason, he kind of wished they did. He felt like the whole world should know him.
But nonetheless, he was still famous in his world. Young witches sent him love notes all the time, and wizards would beg for an autograph. At least he had that. He always wanted more, but that was just his nature. He didn't know when it was enough. It was stressing to make sure he didn't lose a match. He couldn't afford to lose his fans, he had to stay the best.
His thought drifted off in a new direction, Hermione Granger. She really had become quiet a woman. She tackled subjects that everyone else just left alone. She wasn't afraid to put herself on the line, and that impressed him. She had an intelligence that surpassed most others, even his. She was the kind of girl all the guys considered off limits, simply because she wasn't tame. Draco figured there wasn't a single guy out there who could control her. He cursed under his breath when he thought of her in the robe. She did look good. Actually, Draco thought she looked great. She had a down to earth feel about her, and it made her beautiful. Draco sighed and opened his eyes. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about her, after all, he was supposed to hate her.
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Hermione felt the cold floor under her bare feet. She thought the sensation felt good as she walked into the room. It was filled with candles and a warm, thick aroma. The air smelled of rain and lavender, but there was a smell Hermione wasn't used to… honey. Maybe she got it mixed up. Hermione's spa bath was usually just the fragrance of rain and her water was always milky with salts and potions that smelled like fresh lavenders, but now honey was added to the mix. The room was only lit with candles, and small lamps that lined the walls. It was a very dark room, but Hermione loved it that way.
She peeled off her robe and dipped her feet into the water, it was the perfect temperature. She rested her head on her shoulders and let the steamy air fill her nostrils. She felt like she was having a taste of heaven. She slowly lowered her body into the water, till it came up to her shoulders. She leaned her head back on the side of the bath and closed her eyes. Finally, I'm all alone.
"Enjoying yourself, Granger?" She sat straight up and the voice cut the silence. Hermione had almost fallen asleep. Standing next to the door was Malfoy, wearing his famous smirk, and Sally, who was blushing profusely.
"I said private!" Sally flinched and stumbled to say something.
"I'm so sorry, Ms. Granger… I'll get Madam Moon at once." She hurried and left the two alone.
"Wait! Come back! Get him out of here!" Malfoy laughed and took a few steps forward. "Stay back, I mean it." Hermione glared at him as he made no show of fear.
"Afraid I might see something?"
"Get out. This is my room"
"But dear Sally said this was my room."
"There was a mix up. Smell that? That's rain, my favorite scent. See? This room was prepared for me."
"I also smell a hint of honey, which is mine." Hermione stared at him. He was right, honey was defiantly floating around with her scents. She glanced around and saw a second bath, filled with steamy water. Why didn't I notice that earlier?
"Just get out, Malfoy. I refuse to share a room with you."
"Don't flatter yourself, I don't want to share a room with you either."
"Then get out!"
"You!"
"No, I was here first!"
"So? It's not like there isn't another room for you."
"Same goes for you, but since I'm already in the tub, you should be the one to leave."
"Oh? Really?" Draco untied the sash around his waist and let the robe slide off his shoulders.
"Malfoy! What are you doing!"
"I'm getting in the tub."
"No! You can't!"
"I can, and I am." Hermione covered her eyes and sank deeper in her tub. She bit her lip, she only caught a glimpse of his bare body. But it was enough to make Hermione blush to the color of an apple.
Girls would kill to see this… Draco watched as Hermione covered her eyes with her hands. He slip deep inside the honey scented water and splashed it towards Hermione.
"I guess I can't leave now." Hermione peeked up from her hands and once she noticed he was covered by the water, glared very coldly.
"Great, now what are we going to do? You couldn't have just left could you? No, you had to be an ass and have it your way."
"That sounds a lot like you too."
"I'm not like you."
"Oh, yes, you are."
"Example?"
"You never take no for an answer. You never let anyone get the better half of you. You're always expecting people to do what you say. And, of course, you like to pamper yourself."
"I don't pamper myself."
"What do you call going to a spa?"
"I call it a vacation, which you're ruining."
"I'm not exactly having a great time with you either."
"Just leave!"
"I can't." He leaned back against the side of the bath and closed his eyes, completely ignoring Hermione. "Plus, I don't want to."
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Madam Moon smiled as Sally came hurrying to the front of the spa. "Are they in the bath room?" Sally nodded quickly.
"I think they're going to kill each other, you shouldn't do this…" Dora pleaded with her mother.
"Don't be silly. I know what I'm doing."
"I hope so…" Madam Moon winked at her daughter.
"I work miracles."
