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Chapter Seven
The next morning, Hermione woke to the feel of kisses being pressed against her bare shoulder. Smiling, she rolled over to face Draco. "Good morning," she murmured.
He grinned. "Good morning." He kissed her lightly. "Care to shower together?"
"Yes," Hermione sighed happily, still slightly sleepy. "What time is it?"
"Six," Draco replied. "We've got an hour before we're due at work."
"An hour? Draco, I don't think we should shower together then." Hermione frowned. "There's not enough time."
"I think that's plenty of time," Draco replied, a smirk gracing his features. "Come on, love, you know you want to."
When Draco smirked at her, Hermione always found that she was lost to his charm. There were times she just couldn't say no to him, and he knew it. "All right," Hermione said with a nod, dragging her feet from the bed. "Showering together, that's it!" Hermione insisted.
"Of course," Draco said, but the wicked gleam in his eyes gave him away. Hermione knew that he was up to something.
The two headed towards the bathroom, where Draco turned on the water.
"I feel disgusting," Hermione said after a moment. Her hair was a tangled mess and she was sticky between her thighs, Draco's dried semen on her. "We should have showered last night."
Draco scoffed. "Well, you were the one who insisted that we head right to bed without washing up."
"I was drunk," Hermione protested.
"Just get in the shower," Draco said, chuckling as he stepped under the warm water. "Perfect," he sighed.
Hermione wasted no time in joining Draco under the warm water. She sighed as she felt the water run over her body. There was nothing more refreshing than a hot shower.
Draco began to wash his hair, Hermione doing the same. The thought of having a quickie flitted through her mind, but Hermione pushed it away. Neither of them could afford to be late today.
"Can I wash you?" Draco asked, holding up the bar of soap. He smiled at her warmly.
"Sure," Hermione said. She shivered with delight as Draco began to wash her body. First, her arms, then her shoulders, then her breasts. She moaned with delight as he soaped up her nipples, rubbing them teasingly. "Draco," she groaned, closing her eyes.
"Like that, don't you?" Draco asked huskily, moving his hands lower to her stomach. He continued to soap her up, dropping to his knees. He took his time cleaning her feet, getting between each and every toe.
Hermione giggled, unable to stop as he tickled her. "Draco," she groaned. "My feet are plenty clean, thank you very much."
Draco slid the soap up her legs, caressing both her calves as he cleaned them. Moving towards the apex of her thighs, he carefully cleaned her. Once he was finished, he sat back on his heels and watched as Hermione rinsed the soap from her body. "Can I try something?" he asked, peering up at her.
Hermione's eyes widened. "Draco, I don't know if we have time…"
"Please," he said, pouting slightly. "If you don't like it, I'll stop right away."
"All right," Hermione said with a nod. She looked at Draco, curious as to what he wanted to try in the shower.
"Turn around," he said huskily.
Hermione turned facing the shower wall, her arse now near Draco's face. She felt his hands on her cheeks, and immediately, she flushed. "Draco…" she said tentatively, not sure how she felt about anything anal related.
"Use the safeword if you want me to stop," Draco reminded her. He spread her cheeks slightly, taking in the sight of her tight bud. Leaning forward, he ran his tongue along the crack between her cheeks.
Hermione did her best not to cringe. She reminded herself that she was perfectly clean down there, so there was no reason not to at least try it. She hissed as Draco's tongue prodded her arse, his tongue swiping against her tight entrance.
Draco gripped her hips tightly as he rimmed her, licking her tight opening until it loosened up slightly for him. He pushed his tongue inside of her, gripping her arse.
Closing her eyes, Hermione tried to adjust to the sensation of having his tongue there. It felt strange, not painful, just strange.
After a few moments, Hermione began to feel a little unsettled. She tried to hold back, but she didn't want to do it any longer. "Flamingo," she said, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.
Draco pulled away almost immediately. He stood, pulling her into his arms. "I love you," he assured her, holding her tightly.
"I love you too, Draco," Hermione replied, returning his tight embrace. She felt silly for crying. "I'm sorry."
"Don't," Draco insisted. "There is absolutely no reason to apologise." He pulled away, looking her firmly in the eyes. "We tried something new, and you didn't like it. There is nothing about that for which you should feel sorry for."
Hermione smiled at him. "I feel guilty."
"Don't," Draco assured her once more. "Hermione, I'm sure there will be things that we go to try that I won't like. That's just part of exploring. Okay? No need to feel guilty or worried. Understood? I love you."
"I love you, too," she murmured. "I want to kiss you, but I think I'd rather wait until you brush your teeth and wash your face."
Draco laughed. "I don't blame you, love." Grabbing the soap, he began to soap up his face and the rest of his body as Hermione finished rinsing off.
She stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a fluffy towel. Glancing at the clock, she groaned. "I'm going to be late!" she shouted, grabbing her wand and drying her hair magically – something that she hated to do, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Hermione was dressed and ready for work when Draco got out of the shower. "Love you!" she called out to him. "I'll see you tonight."
"Have a good day, Hermione!" Draco called in reply, smiling as he began to towel off. He had such a hard-working witch in his life.
