Hi everyone, this is just a follow-up to the last chapter as I didn't want to leave it on too much of a cliffhanger... and this is the first chapter containing any form of lemony content but this is an M-rated story so... beware:) hope you enjoy this short chapter! more to come!
After her conversation with Ginny, Hermione had decided to wind down and take a trip to the prefects' bathroom. She'd told her younger friend where she'd be going and the two parted ways, leaving Hermione alone to ponder her new situation and strategize her plan of action. She nearly laughed to herself when she thought of how preposterous everything had been, from the moment the Slytherin group had decided she was even worth their precious time, until now. 11-year-old Hermione would never believe the situation she was in right now, as even a 17-year-old Hermione was having difficulty wrapping her mind around it.
She'd decided to bathe in a vanilla-patchouli scented soap, and as the water and bubbles began to surround her, all Hermione could think about were the possibilities she was now being presented with. Gone were the days of irrelevancy and invisibility, she thought. If she were to entertain this potentially newfound interest that Draco Malfoy had towards her, she would definitely be thrust into a world of gossip, hateful rumours and apparently bets on who could date her…
Speaking of which, she would have to speak with Blaise at some point—regardless of her telling him she'd wanted to be his friend, Hermione had an underlying feeling that clarifying things once more couldn't hurt anyone.
Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed the sudden change in air from the door opening. She also hadn't noticed the figure standing by the doorway practically ogling her. It was only when this figure began to approach her did Hermione freeze in place. She looked up from the bath, only to be faced with the sculpted visage of Draco Malfoy.
Her heart began to race, and she'd barely had time to cover any exposed extremities, before saying, "Malfoy? What are you doing here?"
She hadn't noticed the look of desire that had been plastered over his face—at least, she was trying not to notice, and it seemed like her words had sobered him up from some type of reverie. Hermione felt extremely vulnerable, naked under his gaze.
His eyes met hers then, and this time, she couldn't ignore the softness that had befallen them.
"I got your letter telling me to meet you here," he explained, holding up a piece of parchment, "I thought…"
"You thought wrong," Hermione protested, "let me see that!"
Instantly, he bent down—a little too close to her naked form and making her suck in a breath at his proximity. Draco seemed to have taken a sharp inhale then, and his eyes roamed whatever exposed flesh they could see. "Here," he breathed, his voice thick as he handed her the letter.
Hermione slowly reached for the letter, eyes never leaving his in the process and as she clutched it, their fingers brushed against each other. For a brief moment, it seemed like Draco was about to lean in…but the girl quickly sobered herself up and decided it was getting too intense. She leaned away from him and began reading the contents of the letter.
Hermione instantly recognized the penmanship to be Ginny's. She was going to kill her friend for sending him in here to join her bath! The meddling was getting out of hand.
As she felt her cheeks heat up, she realized something. Even if it had been Ginny who'd written that blasted note… Draco thought it had been her—and he came. She must've been scarlet then. Hermione tried to compose herself as she looked up to the blond boy.
"It was Ginny," she sighed, "she told you to come."
Draco looked embarrassed then, but he unconvincingly tried to keep his features neutral as well. "Yes, I figured it couldn't have been you, I'd recognize your calligraphy," he'd said, but Hermione knew he was lying. An idea was starting to form in her mind.
When she'd spoken to Ginny earlier, she'd been told that the proverbial 'ball' was in her court. Upon analyzing her current situation, her friend's statement could potentially have some truth to it. He'd been looking at her before she'd noticed him, obviously, as she did not hear him come in—she didn't even know how long he could have been there for. He was nervous, and he kept trying to sneak in some looks at her body…
Hermione decided she wanted to test her theory then. It was time to muster up her Gryffindor courage that had been severely lacking whenever he was around.
"You would recognize my calligraphy?" she responded, with a voice so sultry she hardly recognized it as her own.
Draco faltered, clearly not expecting such a flirtatious tone from the girl. "Uh-uhm, y-yes, I would most certainly recognize it, it's quite distinctive."
"Right," Hermione sarcastically mused, "and yet you came anyway."
He was now blushing and looked like he was trying to come up with something to say. Hermione had never seen him so… nervous. It was refreshing, finally being the one causing the butterflies—even if she had them too.
It was time for Hermione's grand finale, and she was surely going to hell for this, but she didn't care.
She quickly dipped lower into the water to make sure all the bubbles were off, and Draco gave her an uneasy look, clearly confused. That is, until she stood and began walking out of the tub, wet and completely naked.
Draco's eyes nearly came out of their sockets, and his mouth had gone slack. He didn't say a word as she walked right in front of him, passing where he stood as it was in front of where her bathrobe had been placed. Hermione looked him in the eye the entire time, until she was no longer facing him and then proceeded to give him a perfect view of her arse. Hermione's heart was in her stomach, or something was in her stomach because she was about to explode with anxiety. What a rush! The look on his face was priceless.
As soon as she put on her robe, Hermione made it a point to slowly turn and face Draco, nervous to see what his expression was now. It did not disappoint.
His typically stormy grey eyes were now a shade closer to charcoal, and she noticed a bulge protruding from his pants. His breathing was heavy, and his gaze never left hers.
"Malfoy," Hermione said breathily, "good night."
As she turned to exit the bathroom, she felt a strong hand grip her arm. The boy spun her and pulled her close against him—so close, that she felt his warm breath tickle her lips.
"Leaving so soon?" Draco finally spoke, his sarcastic tone finally returning, "I thought I was going to join."
Hermione smirked uncharacteristically, "take it up with Ginny."
His hands moved to her waist, drawing her closer, if that was possible. She gasped at the feeling of his hard body against hers. The butterflies in her stomach were probably high on something at this point.
"She's not the one who just gave me an entire show," he smirked in return.
"Show?" Hermione reluctantly pulled herself off him, "that was not a show—maybe just a preview."
He exhaled, his breath tickling her once again. The air around him was completely intoxicating, and his touch had practically burned her. Hermione was walking a fine line by staying so close to him with so little clothes on. If his raging hard-on was any indication, the situation was very precarious at the moment. She needed to leave, now, before things went too far—they had probably gone too far already.
"Goodnight Malfoy," Hermione breathed once again, but this time she courageously leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his jawline.
In a state of complete shock, Draco simply watched her as she left before he decided to take advantage of being in the bathroom and immediately jumping into a freezing-cold shower.
The shower did nothing to ease the throbbing his cock presented him with, so he began stroking himself while picturing the beautiful Gryffindor girl. He stroked slowly at first, at the same pace by which she'd gotten out of her bath, covered only in remnants of soap—it had nearly driven him mad. Aside from the auction, Draco had never known how amazing her body was, she always covered herself up. He thought about her enticing, delicious smell and pumped his wrist harder. The feeling of her soft lips along his jaw reminded him of how fucking tantalizing she was and he instantly started to become undone, groaning at the memory of her closeness as he was so close to snogging her senseless again—Draco thought he would die if he didn't feel the warmth of her lips on his again. The engrained picture of her perfect arse is what brought him release, as he emptied himself, he envisioned the same sensation as he pounded into her backside.
Exiting the shower, a thought occurred to Draco. Hermione Granger had never been so forthcoming with her body or made any sexual innuendos in the entirety of them knowing each other. When he'd first entered the bathroom, she did not seem confident but rather vulnerable…so what changed? Maybe she had been testing him to see his reaction… but why?
His over-analytical side was driving him mad with questions, and his more primal and inherently human side was driving him mad with desire. Draco felt like he'd wasted so much time telling himself that he'd hated her for so many years—he almost wished Blaise had interfered earlier so that he could make these realizations sooner. Now… well he didn't know if she would be willing to—willing to do what? He thought to himself, pondering what it was exactly that he wanted from her.
What he knew for certain was that he was maddeningly attracted to her, her kiss on his jaw had nearly made him cum in his pants, and he didn't want her with anyone else. Basically, Draco was in complete shambles.
The Slytherin's heart rate and breathing hadn't slowed, as he returned the dungeons Draco's only solace was that it had been too late for many people to be awake to bother him. Pansy would have most likely fucked off and that meant he only really had Blaise to deal with in their room if the bloke was still up. A part of Draco felt sorry for his long-time mate for basically not caring whatsoever about his feelings for Granger, however a part of him also knew that if Granger really wanted Blaise, then she wouldn't have acted how she had earlier.
Upon approaching the door, Draco froze at the sound of conversation echoing from inside his dorm. Pansy was still there, talking to Blaise… and Theo of all people. She sounded like she'd been crying, but from what he gathered it couldn't have been about him—he'd been gone far too long, and she wouldn't cry like this over him. He began eavesdropping like the Slytherin bastard he was raised to be.
"You'll be okay Pans," he heard Zabini say in a soft tone, "she'll forgive you."
"That's just it," the girl replied with a choked sob, "It's not about her forgiving me, it's about me even being able to pursue it at all."
"Pursue what though Pans? How do you even know that she'd reciprocate, it's not like every girl who kisses another girl is automatically bi or lesbian," Theo said matter-of-factly.
So they were talking about the Weaselette. Interesting, Draco mused to himself.
"Theo, that wasn't just a random, meaningless kiss," Pansy sniffed, "you've clearly never had something like that happen to you before."
"Yeah mate, you can tell when a kiss is meaningful, and when it is Nott," Blaise grinned, and Pansy started to laugh. Draco could only imagine the reddened face of his friend and he grinned through the door at the thought.
"Arse," Theo huffed, "but okay, let's say for arguments sake that she is also interested, who cares what your parents think? You're rich so you don't need funds from anyone, you have a brother to carry on the Parkinson line, and she's part of the sacred 28 so you wouldn't be outside of the circle."
"They are considered blood traitors, mate," Blaise interjected.
"She's also a she," Pansy quipped, "so regardless, it would be impossible for me, if I'm disowned or cut-off by family, her family couldn't support us."
"Good thing you're not getting an education so that you can find a good job to support yourself or anything…" Theo reasoned.
"Right, except I've been rich my whole life, why would I want that to simply end and have my family never speak to me again?" the girl snapped.
At this, Draco decided was done standing outside his own dorm. He knew they were having a serious conversation, but honestly Pansy didn't deserve his sympathy at the moment. They would either have to settle for having him listening in, or it would have to continue at a later date.
"Looks like my invite to the late night Slytherin cahoots got lost in the mail," Draco sneered as he waltzed into the dorm. He was met with two blank expressions, and a half grin from Theo. The other two looked as if he had just made a joke at a funeral. Pansy looked worse than he'd thought, she had definitely been crying for a while. Blaise looked his usual pristine self, and Theo was the only one in sleeping attire, his longer hair strewn in 50 different directions. At least he could count on the Nott boy to have a good sense of humour.
"If you hadn't stormed out of here and gone undetectable for the last few hours, maybe you would've been able to locate your invite," Pansy spat.
"Maybe I would've stayed, if I could locate any fucks given for this pow wow," Draco countered, and as he sat crossed legged on his bed, arms behind his head, he added, "no need to stop on my account though."
"You're a right foul git," Pansy sighed, "I think this conversation is over—it's late anyway."
With that, she made her leave, as the two boys figured it was for the best considering they hadn't gotten anywhere with giving her advice and it was getting pretty late. Draco noticed Blaise looking at him funnily, and he was starting to feel uneasy under his gaze.
"Zabini," Draco finally spoke, unable to be scrutinized any longer, "is there a particular reason that you keep looking at me? Any Pansy-level revelation you'd care to share tonight as well?"
"You really are a git," Blaise said while shaking his head.
The three boys were now in their canopy beds, under their dark green comforters—it was quite a sight to behold, three young men in their sleepwear just being pricks to one another. True friendship.
"Wow Zabini, even using her insults, my concern is growing evermore," Draco smirked.
"Where were you tonight?" was all Blaise said, "you seem more chipper than usual."
"Wouldn't you like to know," the blond said.
And he'd really meant it too.
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