Draco absentmindedly stared at Hermione as she gathered the clothes she'd be wearing for the day and walked into the guest bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Last night was the first night Draco got to see if Hermione had any real curves or not, and she did. She usually, for whatever reason, chose to wear clothes that were loose-fitting and modest, not showing too much skin. Draco was quickly realizing that Hermione was very different than any other girl he'd known.
Hermione stared at her body in the mirror. She had only her bra and panties on. She stared long and hard. She didn't consider herself beautiful, but she wasn't ugly either, right? Well, none of that mattered anyway. She had a boyfriend who loved her just the way she is. So why was she still stressing about it? She stripped down and got into the shower, letting the hot water pour onto her skin, washing away any uncertainties...
Draco fiddled with his fingers. He was all alone on the guest floor, expect for Hermione in the bathroom taking a shower. All the others had gone to other rooms in the house to borrow others' showers. Draco waited for Hermione to come out so that he could go in and take his shower. As he waited, he remembered that it was the end of May, May 28th he thought, which meant his birthday would be coming up on June 5th. What would he do for his birthday? Where would he be living by then?
Hermione was enjoying her shower. Everything seemed to slip away; she was drifting off into her own world as the water rained down on her. Suddenly, she heard a knock at the bathroom door, snapping her out of her reverie.
"Bloody hell, you're taking forever in there! I need to shower too, you know." She recognized the voice on the other end of the door immediately.
"Draco, I'm almost done. Please be patient." Hermione rolled her eyes. Draco always knew the right time to barge in.
"I have been patient. For a while now. Everyone else left to use other showers."
Hermione moaned. She didn't want to get out. It felt so good. "Give me a second, will you! I have to get dressed." She said as she shut off the water and wrapped herself in a towel.
"Shy, are we?" Draco teased. Hermione blushed, even if Draco wasn't in the room. "I'm sure there's nothing I haven't seen." She rolled her eyes again. Typical Draco...being Draco. Could she really blame him for being himself?
"Fine. Let me brush my teeth."
"Just let me in, I don't care anymore!"
Hermione sighed. She made sure that her towel was securely wrapped around her, but it didn't cover as much as she wished. It stopped mid-thigh.
She unlocked the door and as Draco strode in, he lifted his shirt up over his head. She couldn't help but stare.
"Stop gaping, will you? If your mouth drops any lower, it'll hit the floor."
But Hermione couldn't look away. His chest was...perfect. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have his body pressed against hers as they—
"Hermione, Earth to Hermione..." Draco said, waving his hands in front of her eyes. He, once again, snapped her out of her reverie.
"Oh, um, I-" Hermione blushed and looked down. She was flustered. Draco chuckled at her.
"Yeah, I know. I bet Weasley doesn't look like this, huh?"
Hermione gulped. She shook her head no, causing Draco to laugh even more. She was so flustered and embarrassed that she barely noticed when Draco shut the bathroom door and locked it. She reached out to the door to unlock it, but he slowly pushed her hand away, not losing eye contact with her. He stood in front of the door. There was no way Hermione could get out.
"Dr-Draco?" She stammered meekly.
"Be careful, Hermione." Ginny's words came flooding back to her.
Tears brimmed in her eyes. How could she trust Draco? He had probably lied to her the entire time about hating his family and being sorry. Now, she was seriously scared. "What are you doing?" She croaked. Her heart was beating so hard it could pop out of her chest.
He took one step towards her. Then another. Then another. She tried to step back, but then realized there was nowhere to go. He had her against the wall. He lifted one of his hands and propped it against the wall, basically pinning her. "I just wanted to say..." Draco said softly. "Thank you."
That was all? Thank you?
And with that, Hermione slowly walked around him, unlocked the door, and closed it behind her as she exited. She leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. She didn't know what to think. Her mind was starting to play games with her. Draco was starting to play games with her.