Chapter Two- Maybe
Hermione slowly opened her eyes and they met the clock at her side. 6:00 am flashed and she groaned. It was too early for a Saturday.
Two weeks had passed since her encounter with Draco in the train.
She only saw him during classes and to her awful luck, Pansy Parkinson was always at his side like a slug. Hermione's jealousy increased during those two weeks and there was one point where her eyes met Draco's and Hermione thought his eyes softened a bit. If they did, he covered it quickly and nuzzled Pansy's neck. She giggle like an idiot and kissed his cheek.
Hermione was fuming after that, but she wouldn't let what she felt show.
She sat up and stretched. She knew she wasn't going to fall asleep again, so she decided to take a long hot bath. She filled the tub and added rose scented bubbles. She smiled as she lied down. Soon, the bathroom was filled by the relaxing scent and unexpectedly she closed her eyes and dozed off.
By the time she opened them again, she had no idea how long she rested but she felt she wasn't alone.
She shifted her eyes to the doorway and her gaze met Draco's form standing in the doorway, holding a tower, his gaze transfixed on her. He seemed rooted to the floor and Hermione didn't know what to do.
Should she speak? Should she apologize?
She cleared her throat and Draco seemed to snap out of his trance. For the first time since the term started, he seemed lost for words. Draco's heart was hammering wildly inside of him. These last few weeks he's been mentally beating himself up. He went too far on the train, he knew it, but it crushed him when he remembered how he threatened her. He would have never done it.
"Are you almost done?" he asked.
Hermione was very surprised he didn't insult her, but she wasn't about to remind him. He still wasn't moving and Hermione's sudden impulse not only took him aback but her as well. She slowly stood up, letting the water drops caress her body.
His eyes widened and he tried to keep an expressionless face as he gazed at her naked form.
Hermione pretended to be as calm as possible, but inside her heart was beating wildly. She took her towel and wrapped it around her. She walked to the doorway and her eyes slowly studied his face. She wanted to see the desire he had for her again.
She thought about dropping the towel right there in front of him but then she thought "That's probably what he would expect me to do, he knows I want him back" so instead, she brushed past him and went into her room, leaving a small trail of water behind.
All the while Draco's eyes followed her movements. He let out a long breath and went inside the bathroom, silently closing the door behind him.
She took a deep breath when she entered her room, but smiled a little. Perhaps there was hope after all.
A/N: Not long, but something. Sorry guys, I haven't been able to write because I've been very busy and I'm having a bit of a writer's block. Hope it satisfies you guys a little. Please read and review. Thanks!