AN: So, here we are with chapter five.
Once everybody had come back after the holidays, it was harder for us to meet. Partly because we had to find somewhere private, and partly because we were given so much work in preparation for our NEWTs.
The next event that really stands out in my mind occurred after a horrible day of lessons, when all I wanted was a bath and sleep. Oh, I was in the prefects' bathroom, perfectly fine, until he decided to join me.
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The door creaked slowly open as Draco Malfoy tried to see who was currently occupying the prefects' bathroom. Clouds of steam were billowing up from the hot water, as Hermione Granger lazed at one end of the enormous bath. Malfoy decided, suddenly, that he wanted to be there with her.
I must have been practically asleep, when I felt water being flicked onto my face. Opening one eye, I saw that Malfoy was the culprit.
"Piss off, Malfoy."
"Ooh, language. And here I thought you were a good girl."
"You deserve it sometimes, and this is definitely one of those times."
"Granger, I'm hurt."
"Yeah, sure you are."
I closed my eyes again, resting my head on the side of the bath. During this time, Malfoy must have got undressed, because when he jumped into the bath, there was another pile of clothes sitting next to mine.
"What do you want?"
"We can't have you falling asleep in here, can we?"
He swam over to me, pulling me into a hug. Knowing that neither of us was wearing anything, I tried to step back, but couldn't.
"Granger, I'm not going to hurt you. I thought you knew that by now."
"I do, it's just that…" My voice trailed off as he realised what I meant, and moved away a bit.
"Sorry."
In return for him flicking water at me, I splashed him. It turned into a full-scale water fight very quickly, neither one of us willing to back down. In the end, though, I'm the stronger swimmer, so I won. I rested my elbows against the edge of the bath, standing still and trying to catch my breath. It didn't surprise me when I felt Malfoy's hands running up and down my back; I must have been getting used to him touching me. His hands slid round to cup my breasts, and I leant back against him with a sigh. I was putty in his hands, and we both knew it.
"You're gorgeous, Hermione." He was whispering, and sounded surprised. I should have felt insulted by that, but I wasn't. Then I realised this was the first time he'd actually seen me – normally, the room (or broom closet) was dark, and I was usually fully clothed. It was too late to feel embarrassed about my state of undress now, however. He'd already seen everything. But that didn't stop my blushes when he lifted me up to sit on the edge of the tub.
"Malfoy, what are you doing?" I couldn't help asking as he pushed my legs apart and positioned himself between them. His face was roughly level with my crotch.
"You talk far too much."
And that was when I understood why those sixth years were doing exactly what they were doing. Malfoy's tongue felt like absolute bliss down there. I wouldn't even have cared if anybody had walked in at that moment – all I could think about was Malfoy. As long as he didn't stop, I was happy.
When I let out the first moan, I clapped a hand over my mouth in horror. Malfoy looked up and grinned.
"Don't worry about that – just let it out. It's normal, trust me."
So I did. And it felt even better when I didn't have to control the noises I was making. I just stopped thinking completely, which is so unusual for me.
Afterwards, I slipped back into the water, and we stood there, holding each other and kissing as I recovered from the experience.
"I'm surprised, Hermione."
"Why's that?"
"You kissed me after I went down on you. You don't know how unusual that is."
"Should I be bothered by it? You didn't seem to mind putting your mouth down there."
He just held me closer and smirked.
"Told you it was good though, didn't I?"
"Yes. Yes, you did."
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That night, I lay awake thinking for hours. Malfoy had been right about the emotions – I couldn't stop thinking about him, so surely that had to mean something, right? You didn't lie in bed dreaming about someone you hated and just happened to have made a deal with. Little did I know, Malfoy was having the same problem getting to sleep as I was. I only found that out later. There was no way I'd have said any of this to Malfoy, of course. He'd probably just have laughed, and then ignored me for the rest of the year – our last year at Hogwarts.
And that led to something else I didn't want to face up to – seventh year was coming to an end. That meant I wouldn't be running into Draco Malfoy all the time, like I was now. Of course, we still insulted each other at these encounters, but none of it was real any more. It felt like I was just putting on a show for Ron and Harry's benefit.
As I lay there, tossing and turning, it occurred to me that I'd actually miss the obnoxious git after Hogwarts. And not just the physical aspects either. The longer we'd been meeting, the more we'd talked, about anything and everything. The kinds of conversations I couldn't have with Harry and Ron, who were both too immature.
Anyway, I think I'm rambling now, and I pride myself on being articulate, so I'll shut up. Until next time, anyway.
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