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Back to the Bathroom

"Aaah…" Draco sighed as he sank blissfully into the bath. The silvery bubbles tickled his nose and crackled in his ears, but the water was warm and inviting, and he was with Hermione, and that was all that was important. He looked up at her now and said playfully, "care to join me?"

Hermione chuckled but declined, "I'm good up here," she explained, "It's so hot in here, it's like a sauna. Much to hot for a bath. But I'll sit here with you." In saying so, she sat on the edge of the pool-like bath and dipped her legs into the hot water, hitching her robes up thigh height and wincing slightly at the heat.

"'Atta girl!" Draco grinned at her in a most undracolike expression. He sidled up beside her and lifted one of his long arms out of the water. "So," he said, running a finger up her leg, "what do you want to do?" The glint in his eyes and the roaming finger made it clear what he wanted to do.

"Talk," Hermione said decisively.

Draco immediately dropped his hand back under water.

"About what?"

"About us."

Draco studied her face. "Good talk, or bad talk?"

"Good talk."

Draco relaxed, then grinned cheekily. "You want to know how I feel about you? Hehehe… when I think about you… I feel… hard, and -"

"God, Draco! Don't be so crude!" Hermione said, splashing water at him. "You don't need a bath, you need a cold shower! And I wasn't going to ask that. I just wanted to know… do you think we should go public?"

"What, proclaim our love to the world and walk around the halls of Hogwarts arm in arm? Cast wayward glances at each other across the Great Hall? Shall I invite you over to meet my family. I'm sure they'd LOVE to meet you."

"A simple 'no' would suffice," Hermione said moodily.

"Come on, Hermione. You know as well as I do that it'd never work in public. I mean, just think of what Harry would say! The poor sod would probably kill himself!"

"Don't say that," Hermione said swiftly, casting her eyes away. Draco was instantly regretful.

"Oh, I'm sorry Hermione, I know you don't like the thought of you hurting him. But, you must see how it has to be a secret."

He reached his arm out and pulled her mouth to his in apology. She nodded.

Draco smiled at her, and then swam away up and down the bath in tiny laps.

Hermione knew he was right. Of course he was right. There was far too much working against them out in the real world, but despite herself it had become a little fantasy of hers. Draco and her holding hands down the corridors, sitting together in the Great Hall, lounging on the grass… underneath a tree… watching the sunset. It was a dream that could never come true. For this fairytale, there would be no happy ending… none in sight.

She sighed, lost in her thoughts and beginning to feel depressed. Hermione leant over the edge of the bath, her hands trailing over the bubbles, some of which turned briefly pink at the touch. As she looked down she saw something move under the water, and Draco's head bobbed up above the bubbles.

"Why the long face?" He asked her.

"Just thinking…" Hermione said heavily.

Draco stood up on the floor of the bath, and was raised a little higher above the bubbles. He reached out his hands and caught hers in his grasp and brought them to his lips. "You don't need to think," he told her.

A brief look of horror entered into Hermione's face and she shook her head vigorously.

Draco increased the pressure on her hands and nodded smugly.

"No, Draco! Don't you even-!"

But before she could finish her sentence, Draco yanked on her hands and pulled her into the bath!

Hermione flailed around for a moment until she found her footing and stood up. Her hair hung wet against her head and her robes clung to her body heavily. Luckily for Draco he was still holding her hands, because if he hadn't been, she would have strangled him.

"Goddamn it Draco!" she spluttered at him, looking highly bedraggled beside his calm, sexy exterior.

"Stop talking," he said, and kissed her.

Hermione kissed him back for a while, but when he put his hand around her back and pulled her closer to him, she resisted. Her wet cloak was slapping most aggravatingly against her legs, and her shoulders were sagging underneath the weight of the sodden gown. With some degree of difficulty she managed to exit the bath and sit on the floor, shivering as the hot water dripping from her became steadily colder.

Draco followed her out, unashamed of his nakedness and not even bothering with a towel. He sat beside her and smiled at her, earning a somewhat weak, but still visible smile.

"Come on," Draco said, "let's get you out of these clothes."

Hermione resisted temporarily, before giving in to his skilled hands as they undid buttons and pulled away several layers of clothing.

"There's just no saying 'no' to you, is there?" Hermione said, only half-teasing.

"Sure there is," Draco smiled down at her, "but, as you are well aware, I can be very persuasive."

As though to emphasise his point, Draco ran a hand up Hermione's thigh, earning a sigh and muttered curse for his troubles.

Draco silenced her in a deep kiss, and cunningly used the distraction to remove the last layer of clothing on Hermione's body.

"Do you want it now?" he asked her coyly.

"Damn it Draco," she replied, and thought for a moment. But her mind was not clear… it was spinning. Still reeling from the memory of his hand, his mouth, his hot breath as it moved down to her chest. Moved down to hover above a nipple. Pause.

"I'm not doing anything until you give me an answer, Hermione." He said, his lips brushing her breasts as he spoke.

What question? Thought Hermione, before remembering that he'd asked if she wanted him. There was only one answer. For whatever reason, good or bad, painful or pleasurable (or both), there was only ever one cursed answer. "Yes," she whispered.

Her eyes pointed at the ceiling she felt his smile rather than saw it. The smile opened as he took the tip of her breast in his mouth and sucked hard on it. A moan escaped her lips as he bit it, and nibbled it, with one free hand moving across her stomach and a leg sliding over hers. Her breath caught in her mouth with the movement, the friction, the response that it invoked.

He switched breasts and his hand moved lower, and lower…

Lost in waves of pleasure and gasps she barely registered the door opening.

Draco did though.

"Fuck!" he said loudly, and quickly moved the hand away. Hermione became suddenly aware what was happening, and sat up slightly. Then both realised simultaneously that it was too late for such measures. They had been caught, as it were, red-handed. With fear registering in each face they looked up to the person at the door…

A/N

So, who's the person at the door? Ron, Ernie, Pansy, some other Prefect? Or someone altogether different who happens to know the password (like Fred and George)? Are the sexcapades finally over?

Only you can decide.

Please review, I love getting reviews, it's what I write for. Let me know who you want to be at that door, It'll be the person with the most votes. :) Hope you enjoyed, keep on reading and reviewing!

(ps. Sorry for the lack of updates recently. I know I promised another D/Hr fic, and it's half written, I swear. I've just had some issues with it (like I can't be bothered writing more), but I promise it will be on here soon. :)