CHAPTER FIVE: "BATH SALTS"

Hermione sighed and smiled widely as she flopped on her bed. She was alone in the dormitory, and kept thinking about her kiss with Draco. A flash of blonde hair flew through her thoughts, and she closed her eyes thinking about the way he had wrapped himself around her. Hermione remembered she had wanted to take a bath, and got up. It was still early in the evening and she doubted the Prefects' washroom would be occupied.

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Draco had stayed in the forest after his kiss with Hermione, and pondered at what happened. The romance that was linked with the kiss now faded from his mind, and a desire grew in him. He wanted more, and didn't want to wait. He put a hand through his platinum hair and walked back to the castle, straight to the Prefects' bathroom.

After saying, "Bath salts," the password to get into the restroom, he heard the sound of taps running. Around the corner he saw Hermione, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, her hair in a loose bun. She was sitting by the large square bathtub, a hand covered by the pink water running from one of the taps. The bathroom was warm, with huge, pastel coloured bubbles in the pool-sized tub, steam enclosing the room. Hermione was humming quietly, her skin dewy from the heat.

Draco watched her as she finally turned off all the taps and tucked a loose curl behind her hair. It was time to make his presence known.

"Well well, isn't this a pretty sight," Draco said softly. Hermione let out a tiny gasp and looked up at him.

"Draco!"

"You know, you should have really locked the door. I was able to come in here with the password since the door was unlocked," Draco said. He walked towards her, still fully clothed. "You wouldn't want anyone to come in here and see you – or maybe," he continued, and sat down beside her, "that's exactly what you wanted."

Hermione didn't say anything, but turned a light shade of pink. She pulled her towel up, but not before Draco saw the swell of her breasts, and tiny droplets of water on her chest.

"I didn't think," Hermione started, but was interrupted. Draco leaned into her and his lips touched hers, a finger holding her chin up. She felt the soft touch of his tongue on her lower lip, and opened her mouth slightly. He slid his tongue in gently, and swirled it around hers.

Hermione pulled away. "I don't think we should," she lied, and stood up.

"Alright," Draco said quietly, and stood up as well. "Enjoy your bath," he said and his hand grazed the bottom of her towel, his thumb teasing a patch of thigh dangerously high up. Hermione felt a pang of excitement in her stomach that travelled well below her navel. He kissed her again, a small, light kiss, teasing her, and then turned to walk away-

"Wait," Hermione breathed. Draco looked into her fawn-like eyes. She let her towel fall onto the cold tiles.