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Hermione woke up the next morning with the sun hitting her directly over her face. She wanted to grab the sheets and pull them over her head, but her hand was already busy holding on to Malfoy's waist. She tried to take her arm back, but Malfoy was holding on to her arm. "Malfoy..." She whispered.
Malfoy woke up and noticed that Hermione was holding on to him. Well, this was interesting. Before thinking anything about it he turned towards her and pulled her closer to him. Her face was now so close, he could feel her hair tickling his face. Her skin was so soft, he couldn't help but to run his fingers up and down her arms, her back and up to her neck.
"Malfoy? What are you doing?" She wanted him to let go of her, and here he was pulling her closer. She didn't know what to do. One part of her told her to get away from him, and the other one to let go and enjoy the closeness. He was warm, and cozy, and comfortable, and calm, and he smelled good, and his body was just so hard and sexy, and… what?!
She tried pushing him away, but Malfoy who was still half sleeping, was just holding on to her. "Just five more minutes" he said. "Malfoy, please let me go." If she stayed in his arm, she didn't know where her thoughts would bring her. He seemed to finally notice what he was doing, and let go of her. "Sorry Granger." He rolled over to his back, staring up to the ceiling.
What had gotten into him? He remembered waking up aroused from a dream… a very erotic dream, where Hermione was hopping up and down on top of him. He needed a cold shower, ASAP! But how could he get to the shower, get her to sit on the other side of the door, and all that without her seeing the massive hard on he had. That's if she had not already felt it from moments ago.
Hermione started giggling. Malfoy looked over to her, worried she was laughing to exactly what he was thinking about. "You alright there Granger?"
"You think this has anything to do with the 'Attraction for each other' part?" She was still giggling. "I mean, look at us." He threw his pillow at her and started laughing himself. "Oh will you just sit on the other side of the bathroom door, so I can take a cold shower Granger?"
She blushed and got up, grabbed one of the books and sat down beside the door.
"You know," he was pointing to her outfit. "That's not helping me at all!" He winked at her still laughing from the situation and walked to the bathroom holding a pillow in front of his pants.
Hermione looked down to what she was wearing. She had gone to bed the night before with her clothes on. She must have gotten hot and removed some of her clothing. She had her white spaghetti strap undershirt top which had ridden so low her soft pink bra was clearly showing up top, and she must've taken her pants off cause she was wearing her green lace boy shorts. How embarrassing. She tried to reach over to the bed and pulled over the sheets, she wrapped it over her shoulders.
When Malfoy came out of the shower, Hermione was already deep in research, now laying on her stomach elbows propped up and the sheets over her legs.
Hermione looked up at him. "Good, your done. My turn." She got up pulling the sheet up while doing so. Grabbed some clothes and got in the bathroom. Malfoy was staring with his mouth slightly open. He couldn't decide if he had the worst or the best of luck.
000
The sun was now setting, and they were still nowhere near finding anything on voices coming from the sea or on their oxygen problem.
Hermione put her book down exasperating. "That's it! I need a drink!" Malfoy couldn't have been happier with her declaration, as he really wanted one too. "Yup! Let's go!" Malfoy grabbed his jacket, "Do you want to go to the outside bar on the other side of the ship? I don't want to run into yesterday's guy again. I still kind of want to throw him overboard." Hermione laughed. "Oh seriously. Sounds like a great idea, i could use the fresh air." They grabbed their jackets and on they went.
000
They were already on their 4th drinks. Malfoy had already tipped the staff heavily, mentioning to keep the drinks coming. He didn't want to leave Hermione alone again.
Hermione was drinking martinis after martinis, she was having a great time. Draco was great company, they were talking about everything, both avoiding talking about their current issue.
"You mean to say, that in second year, you brewed a polyjuice potion, a NEWT level potion. Then what? Potter and Weasley turned into Crab and Goyle? Then snucked into Slytherin's common room to question me?" Malfoy was laughing so hard he was holding onto the table. "Wait?! Was that when Goyle was wearing glasses?! I knew there was something wrong there!"
Hermione was smirking at him. "OK. Your turn to tell me a story!"
"But wait! Why didn't you turn into someone? Chickened out?"
Hermione started laughing and blushing at the same time. "I meant to turn into Millicent Bulstrode… i was sure i had a piece of her hair."
"What happened? Turned into Dumbledore or something?" He was looking at her with wide eyes.
"Worse. It was cat hair."
Malfoy was laughing so hard he almost fell over his chair.
"Alright, now your turn Malfoy!"
"Alright, alright. Let me think…"
The waitress came over with another drink. "Looks like a lot of fun over here. I could hear you laughing from across the bar." She had her hand on Draco's back. "You have a beautiful laugh by the way." She moved her hand over to her shoulder, flipped her long blond straight hair and looked at him directly in the eyes.
Draco looked over at Hermione "she really has the best stories."
"I'm sure you have exciting stories yourself." Still looking straight at him.
Draco felt Hermione's hand take his. "OUR stories are really the best." He looked over at her and saw her shooting daggers with her eyes to the waitress.
She didn't seem to notice has she had all of her attention on Draco. She still had her hand on his shoulder. "Oh. Your shoulders are so tense. Let me massage them." She stood behind him and started massaging his shoulders.
Hermione stood up looking furious. "What do you think you are doing?" She was fuming.
"Can't you see his shoulders are tense, I'm caring for him."
She let go of Malfoy at once, looked down at her feet and looked like she was hurting. "Excuse me, my feet are cramping up." She looked up hopefully at Malfoy. "Maybe you could massage my feet?"
Hermione's face was red. "I don't think so! I can care for him myself thank you. I think you should go."
"But…" Hermione was now right against Draco with her hand against his chest.
"Leave." She said. She was terrifyingly calm. Malfoy saw the tip of her wand poking out of her jacket sleeve. He looked over to the waitress who was limping, then taking her shoes off. Malfoy was putting two and two together. "You've put a shrinking charm on her shoes?" Sounding impressed. He was going to turn around and look at her, but he felt her two hands grab his face and then felt her lips on his.
He could feel her hands lowering to his shirt where she was grabbing on to him like there was no tomorrow. She was kissing him and Malfoy was definitively answering back to her kisses. He very willingly permitted entrance to her tongue who was now clashing with his. Her hands were now in his hair, tugging and pulling as she was trying to get closer.
"Get a room." They heard from someone from a nearby table.
"Let's get out of here." Malfoy was dragging her out of there. Holding her by the waist. It took them a while to get back to Malfoy's cabin, everytime Hermione would see a dark corner she would pull him in to snog him some more.
When they finally reached his cabin Hermione pushed Malfoy unto the bed and removed her shirt and pants leaving her in her bra and panties. She jumped on Malfoy, straddling him. She was kissing him deeply all the while grinding on him. She could definitely feel his erection through his pants. Malfoy moaned out loudly, he couldn't believe what was happening. He was letting her take the lead, not wanting to scare her away. Her hand was now rubbing him through his pants. He was so hard, the strain against his pants was definitely uncomfortable. She seemed to be reading his mind when she unbuttoned him, pulling him free. She had her hands around him. Malfoy was trying to hold it together. He didn't want to come right there and then.
He looked at her, she was looking down at her hand around him, slowly going up and down. She looked up at him, and what Malfoy saw was a look full of lust, her eyes were dilated. He grabbed her waist and put her under him. He was holding onto her hands.
"Hermione?" He questioned. "I think we should stop." She seemed horrified, then pulled away feeling embarrassed. Malfoy pulled a sheet atop him then pulled Hermione closer.
"Hermione, you have no idea how much i want this, but I think this is from the voices of the merpeople. I don't want you to do anything you're going to regret."
Hermione was sitting on his lap. She couldn't help but to notice that he looked sad. "Draco, I'm attracted to you. I can't be sure if it's a result from the voices, but…" she put her arms around him, "I really don't care." She kissed him on the cheek and brought him into a hug.
"Want to go to bed?" She asked him. He nodded and pulled the sheets up.
Malfoy laid on his back, trying to keep his distances. Hermione seemed to think differently as she cuddled into him. He fell asleep with a smile on his face for the time in years that night.
