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Chapter 6 : What Are You Hiding, Granger?

A blush crept up her face and despite the fact she was completely naked in front of her supposed worst enemy, he knew the blush wasn't due to the lack of clothing. Not two seconds ago had she very strongly insulted and questioned him without a flinch, seeming like the very confident know-it-all that she has been in years before...minus clothes, he thought happily. As a side thought Draco did notice that she definitely hadn't been herself this year, more withdrawn, she spends less time with Potter and I doubt it's the head duties... He decided he'd deal with that issue later.

Hermione Granger was shocked. Damn that boy, why must he be so observant.

Draco took a very wary step forward, not breaking eye contact. "What are you hiding Granger?" he asked in that well known inquisitive tone.

"What could I possibly be hiding Malfoy? Look at me!" she very quickly regretted her choice of words.

Grinning as he saw her eyes widen in what could have only been the comprehension of her own choice of words, he edged his way forwards, he was now outside the bathroom door and roaming his eyes all over her goods.

"Malfoy stop it!" She warned.

"You sa..."

"Yes, I am well aware of what I said. Stop it!" She begged. His eyes flew back up to meet her desperate ones and he took another slow, small, easy step forward. Hermione straightened up, pushing herself into her door, he was only a few metres away.

"Exactly Granger. Do enlighten me...". She frowned. "Why is it that you're facing me? Most girls, if they didn't intend to be naked in front of someone of course, would tend to have their back to that said someone. So why is it that you...'have nothing to hide' as you so wonderfully put it?" he said, gesturing with his hand to various parts of her body, whilst briefly catching a glance, letting out a well needed breath, that he desperately hoped she wouldn't notice.

Oh Merlin, he was lecturing me...like this! Now! "I don't know what you're talking about Malfoy, now if you'd just let me into my r..."

He cut her off. "I mean it surprises me, that 'The Cleverest Witch Of Her Age' didn't even think to use her hands to cover herself up, again not like most women are we Granger?! Not that I'm objecting to you being like this of course..." The smirk was back and Hermione, for the life of her couldn't think why her hands were glued to the doorknob now. One arm, at least, wasn't deformed by that crazy bitch of a deatheater. He was inches from her now, Hermione could feel his hot breath on her forehead, Malfoy was at least a foot taller than her. She had to give him credit, If I was in this situation with Ron, his gaze would have been directed a lot further south than Malfoy's was now. Most of this time he had retained eye contact, been quite the gentlemen she thought until that last comment where Hermione felt his gaze tear into her naked body, only then did her hands decide to come to life and cover herself up. The low chuckle that rose from Malfoy's belly hit the small bit of dignity Hermione had left, she felt utterly stupid and exposed, the red on her cheeks grew significantly. Little did she know that her supposed 'virtue' right there and then surged a feeling deep within Draco, that he didn't quite know what to think about. It puzzled him. As did the fact that the only thing stopping Malfoy seeing her tattoo was the door it was pressed up against.

"I'll say it again Granger. What are you hiding?" The two heads were so close, staring each other down. Any onlooker would have thought that they were two lovers gazing into each others' eyes, especially since one of them was nude and Malfoy had manoeuvred his hands from his pockets to either side of her head, leaning forward so their eyes were level with each others. Hermione couldn't take much more of this.

"Malfoy I'm freezing."

"What are you hiding Granger?!"

"Malfoy stop it!"

"What are you hiding Granger?!"

"Nothing!"

He was ever so close now, Hermione was on her tiptoes, practically trying to push herself through the door, tears in her eyes.

"TELL ME!" He slammed a fist on her door.

"NO!" She yelled.

Silence. Malfoy grinned, at his small triumph. He leaned in, extra close so his nose was practically touching that of the squirming Granger beneath him, he could feel and smell her sweet breath on him and said...

"Ok." he said, she can tell me later. Spinning round on one foot and striding toward his room, he smiles yet again. God she smelt good in my shampoo, only my shampoo... he mused.

Hermione knew she just told him that she was indeed hiding something but she was going to allow herself the slip due to the 'naked' circumstances and the fact that, having never been so close to Malfoy before, she found that he was quite the distraction.

Just processing what had happened she yelled in frustration. "Hey! Malfoy, my door is still locked, I'm still naked, you still have my wand, robes and all the towels and since I'm STILL freezing cold I would like to take a warm bath!" Nothing. "MALFOY!" she screamed.

"Alright, alright, alright! Don't get your knickers in a twist! Oh wait..." he said looking down at Hermione's bare legs and grinned.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. You're so funny Malfoy. Now give me my fucking clothes!" She yelled.

"Ok, ok, ok. Here." With a flick of his wand Hermione's door was open, and the stuff he had taken wizzed into her room.

"What! No thank you?" He said, looking amused. She glared at him.

"Oh, and I would wait to have a bath until after dinner if I were you since, in 10 minutes we'll be late for dinner."

He said glancing at the clock on the wall, much like Mrs Wealsey's one at The Burrow. This just got him a well deserved door slam from one Hermione Granger; he couldn't help but notice that she had backed into the room, still facing him.

9 and a half minutes later...

Outside the great hall, before stepping into dinner, a steamy Hermione was waiting for one Draco Malfoy after storming ahead of him furiously after leaving the head's common room without having taken a bath. She glared at him, strolling casually up to her.

"Malfoy." She stated bitterly.

"Granger." He stated rather smugly.

"What was that for?"

"You know very well, what 'that' was for." She did. He's referring to the incident on the stairs, boy, am I regretting it now...

Hermione sighed in frustration and anger. "I trust you'll keep the uhh 'events' to yourself...?" Whether it was a statement or a question, Malfoy knew his answer...it would certainly whine Granger up, he thought.

"Oh don't you worry your little, Gryffindor, red and gold socks off. I think I'll keep this afternoon's 'events' all for myself, thank you very much Granger!" Emphasis on the 'very', Malfoy smirked and proceeded into the great hall, leaving a very infuriated head-girl behind.

...

Hermione gasped in shock and rage. She huffed and stormed over to the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron and Ginny saw her storming over a made room for her to sit down.

"You okay Hermione?" Harry asked warily. The look on her face said she was going to Avada someone in the next ten seconds if he wasn't careful.

"Malfoy." Hermione ground the name through her teeth as if it was physically painful to do so as she plonked herself down next to Harry.

"What did he do this time?" Harry cautiously asked her, he had faced many things in his short life and still, he knew an angry Hermione Granger was not to be messed with.

Hermione clenched her knuckles, turning them white and said clearly, "I'm not even going to repeat it!"

Harry Potter's eyes widened as he caught eyes with the two Weasley siblings seated opposite him, with facial expressions much like his own and they all knew it was the end of that discussion. Hermione caught Ginny's eye and subtly mouthed the word 'later' and the redhead nodded in understanding. The rest of the conversation at dinner was fairly uneventful and gradually the three of Hermione's friends found themselves comfortably talking about the upcoming quidditch season, leaving Hermione to her thoughts and slowly her gaze drifted over to the other side of the Great Hall.

Meanwhile, over at the Slytherin table...

Blaise Zabini caught sight of his long-time best friend strolling towards him with what should have been dubbed the most pleased and smug expression he had ever seen. Draco Malfoy sat down opposite him and dug into his dinner like he hadn't a care in the world.

When they were younger they used to have lots of fun but as the final battle grew nearer the two young Slytherins had it harder and harder. Blaise hadn't seen his friend this happy or amused in a long time. Zabini was just sitting there, observing this very odd behaviour when suddenly, Draco Malfoy stopped eating and just stared into space and slowly but surely a shit-eating grin spread across his face. Well, it's safe to say Blaise's dark eyebrows exceeded his hairline.

"Umm...you ok mate?" Nothing. "Drake?" Still nothing. "Drake!" Blaise practically yelled and snapped his fingers in front of his friends face to get his attention.

"Huh, what?!" Draco's eyes snapped to those of his Italian friend.

"I said are you okay?!" Blaise looked a little peeved and Draco just chuckled.

"More than okay, my friend." Draco smiled and carried on eating.

Blaise was gobsmacked. "Urrr, Drake? Care to elaborate on that?" Draco just chuckled again.

"Okay. Okay." For a second Draco looked confused. "Did you shag someone?" Blaise appeared smug.

"Hah! No." Yeah right, thought Blaise.

"No?" The blonde just shook his head, still as happy as when he walked in. "Then why the fuck are you so happy, Drake? Don't get me wrong I'm glad to see you are but I'm just a little confused is all." Blaise smiled at his friend.

Draco Malfoy simply shrugged, polished off his tea and headed back to his common room. "See you later Blaise."

Now Blaise was even more curious, he watched Draco leave and as he turn back around to continue eating his meal, his gaze caught sight of a certain, what looked like rosy-faced, bookworm across the room. She appeared to be glaring more than usual and as he followed her gaze, who should he find but Draco Malfoy. No way, he thought.

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