vibes: line of fire by the veronicas, my! my! my! by troye sivan and show you love by hailee steinfeld
Tension between her and Malfoy hasn't eased since Halloween. Add a food fight, one bathroom and an angry Hermione, what will Malfoy catastrophically cause?
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The hot water pounded on her scalp as she scratched her head clean of the remaining food scraps trying to burrow in her curls. She was going to murder Maggie and Laura for starting the food fight today.
Those girls had become thick as thieves since the camp out that Professor McGonagall had forced them too. The girls and several other students involved at the first camp out now led groups of students on more camp outs to help build and foster relationships across Hogwarts. To Hermione's dismay, the idea was a success.
Her and Malfoy had their hands full of mischievous students that could only make Fred and George proud. Food fights were becoming a weekly thing in the last month. Students throwing lemon meringue pies, spaghetti bolognaise and enchanting gravy boats to spill over peers. She was meant to be studying for her damn NEWTs, not trying to obtain order during Friday mealtimes.
Maggie and Laura didn't know what was coming for them.
She cupped her hands and splashed the hot water on her face. Splatters of a chicken curry pie hit the shower floor.
She clenched her teeth in frustration as she snatched her jasmine shower gel.
Murder would be too easy, she thought, lathering soap in her hands and scrubbing her body for the second time. She would need to meet with Professor McGonagall and get a special pass to Diagon Alley.
She knew only one person could help her get revenge on these girls, George Weasley.
She stepped back into steamy water, soaps suds sliding into the drain, her body stinging where she scrubbed too hard. Her fingers threaded through her hair, picking out the last bits of food.
Shit, she would need to wash her hair again.
She was squeezing shampoo into her hand when she heard a dull boom. She paused, shampoo dripping into her hand.
Had she locked the door? Her eyes peer through the steamy glass to the bathroom door. It was unclear if the latched was turned. No, she was fine. She was sure she had locked the door and her dorm mate wouldn't come in here, not since…
She slapped the shampoo into her locks to stop her thoughts and began lathering too much into her dirty locks. She gulped when flashes of that night went through her head.
Malfoy and her had been… interesting since that night.
Her hopes of their relationship staying professional dimmed. Every time, they would meet to discuss Head duties, Malfoy was so, fucking, aggravating. One of them always left the room, before it went too far, though it usually was her. He was being damn infuriating. She wanted the meetings to be quick and easy so she could focus on her studies.
Though, the worst parts were the nights in their head dorm, when whisps of his scent came across and curled into her room, hanging in their air like crisp apple cider, rich cologne and peated smoke. Some nights, she was drowning in it. Some nights, it was haunting her and tangling her in dreams and fantasies.
Maybe she should talk to George about Malfoy too. First, she would get revenge on Laura and Maggie, then Malfoy. She grinned at the thought of having that load taken off.
She dipped her head back, rinsing her hair clean of the shampoo.
Bang! The bathroom door was ripped open. She slipped on the shower floor, slapping her arm over her chest and turning her back to the open door.
"What the…" she began exclaiming, looking over her shoulder.
A white, blond blob moved in the steamed glass.
"Malfoy, what do you think you are…"
"Get out, it's my turn." His voice tense and short.
Her mouth moved in a silent gasp. Her simmering temper boiled under her skin. How dare he!
"I'm using the shower, Malfoy. Leave and wait your turn!" She said, firmly.
"Granger, you've been in here for ages! I'm covered in food from that shit ball of a fight downstairs so get out!"
"You need to leave now." She hadn't budge from her position in the shower. Her neck craning to watch his figure stalk outside the shower door.
"This should be not new knowledge to you, Granger," His shadow paused in the steam. "No matter how many times you wash that bush of a hair, your hair is still gonna be a righteous mess."
She decided that she would ignore him. He wasn't there.
But she couldn't – fuck – she couldn't do anything but wait for him to leave. Her wand was on the bathroom counter and her neatly folded towel next to it.
Maybe she could ask him to toss the towel to her or…he could leave the room and wait for her to done. Merlin, he needed to be more patient.
"For someone whose been told to get out of the damn shower, you're taking a long time to leave it," he murmured boldly. Her brown eyes flicked from the tiled wall to his now pressing figure on the outside shower wall. His dark clothing pressing food fragments into the wall between them. The pieces sticking to the opaque screen when he leaned back. "Do you want me…to join you?"
Her face flushed red. She could only imagine the smirk pulling at his lips.
"Go fuck yourself. I don't want you in here," she spluttered out, turning her eyes away from him.
"Come on, Granger, we're already know each other on one kind of level. It's just a shower."
Her heart thudded in her chest when her mind recalled that night in the tent, once more.
His darkened figure leaning forward, one arm of his tugging and pulling himself into euphoria, her back arching at her own touch, their quiet gasps escaping their lips.
She squeezed her eyes closer and bumped her forehead on the wall in front of her.
There was a sudden quiet sound, but it sounded loud to her. The sound of his clothes hitting the ground.
Her eyes widen and froze looking at the wet tiles. Her stomach dropped and the feeling of escaping butterflies flew in her lungs.
"What are you doing?" she nearly screeched. She pressed her arm over her chest tighter.
"What do you think?" Another piece of clothing hit the ground.
"Don't come in here, Malfoy. Just throw me my towel, okay? You win," she rapidly said, her cheeks heating. "You win, you can have the shower. Just throw me my towel!"
It sounded like thunder when the shower door opened and closed with a clip.
Her knees shook and locked into place. The steamy space seemed to increase with heat when his body entered. Specks of spray hit her back when he moved closer to the water.
Her breaths came out harshly between her teeth. She couldn't believe that he actually came in.
Her anger came back over like a hot flush. She would murder him, ensure that he would suffer from Weasley products for years. Hair bleached and falling out, shaved eyebrows, a hot pink faded Dark Mark, anything that would cause him suffering.
A warm hand softly hit the wall near her with a hushed splat, and she felt wet flesh touch her leg.
"Relax, Granger," he breathed in her ear. A shudder shook through her, goosebumps prickling her skin. "It's just a shower."
"This is an invasion of privacy, Malfoy!"
"We already invaded our privacy last October, Granger." He stepped back and she could hear the water hit his body, sliding and dripping in a fast downpour to the floor.
Her lungs were still working hard, panting in quiet breaths. Her nervous knees reluctant to move. She slowly turned her head to her way out. She could see a pale shoulder in the corner of her eye.
Her curiosity ached to follow the curve of his shoulder to see where it would lead.
Logically, she knew what she would see.
Long arms, potentially covered in the remaining grot from the food fight, masculine shoulders connecting a pale neck, a handso- Malfoy's face and his tall lean body.
Her eye lid twitched to look. His pale hands moved to his hair, kneading his fingers through his locks to clean his signature 'Malfoy' look.
She looked back to the tiled wall. She could do this. She just needed to keep to the wall and step out unnoticed.
She lifted her foot, intending to take the first step.
"I didn't realise you were such a prude, Granger."
Her foot splashed loudly on the floor. Her fingers flexed against her ribs.
"I am not a prude!" she retorted back, her arm sliding along the wall with her misstep.
He snorted loudly.
Her neck twitched to look at his face. She wouldn't, couldn't. She needed to get out.
This situation was causing her Gryffindor bravery to tuck tail and hide. It could only end catastrophically. But oh, she wouldn't let that comment stand. Not after last October, with what they did.
"I am not a prude. I want to have a shower and get this stupid food off me," she snapped, her chest heaving to slow her breaths, to stay in control.
If she wasn't drenched in this shower spray, she wouldn't be surprised if she set something on fire. Maybe she could set Malfoy on fire. She almost snorted out loud.
"Then stop running away and join me."
She halted.
"What?...What? What are you saying?" Her brain scrambling to realise what he said.
She was still pressing her body against the wall, an arm tightly wrapped over her chest.
Soft splashes on the wet floor alerted her to his approach. Warm hands were placed on her shoulders.
She took a calming breath, feeling the exhale of his breath on the curve of her shoulder.
"You still have curry on your neck," he misted on her skin.
She nodded, her voice gone mute.
"Let me help," he traced one of his lips on her cooling skin and pulled her back into the steamy water. Her body moved back with him and she hissed at the contact of the water.
One hand moved to grip her hip, the other pressing a loafer into the staining mess still on her skin. Her heart cantered in her chest; a swooping feeling came from her stomach.
"Look at you, making such a mess," he uttered in her ear.
The loafer pressing further into her skin, soap suds slipping down her body, between her legs.
"You've making a havoc in my mind since I heard you. The sounds you made, the way you touched yourself. It's been messing with me so much. I want more."
Her mind frozen at his words, but her body prickled and shivered in excitement.
"I-I-"
"I know you feel the same. I've seen you looking at me, the same way you did that day." His hand tightened on her hip, thumb swiping across her slippery flesh. "Do you feel the same? Do you think about me? Do you think about that night?"
"Ye-Yes" she hissed out.
The loafer dropped to the floor, unforgotten. His fingers traced up to her shoulders, swirling around and back down, drifting over the delicate skin on her upper arms.
"Do you want me to stop?"
She shook her head, eyelids dropping lower with the fever he was lighting in her lower belly.
He pressed his mouth under her ear, and she tilted her head back to give him more skin to access. He closed the gap between their bodies, wet flesh moving against the other. She moaned, the long sound escaping between her lips.
His hand went back to gripping her hips, her arms moving to thread her fingers into his hair. His hand slid against her bare skin, tracing juts of her ribs and dips in her skin. She whimpered.
His fingers reach the underside of her tits, skating lightly towards around the circumference of her bare breast.
Her mind was spinning fast, cataloguing and comparing everything to her nightly fantasies.
She pressed her arse against his harden cock. His fingers slid up until he found her nipple. It pebbled and hardened at his touch. He brushed the flat of this thumb across it, moving in a circular motion. She shook and whimpered more audibly. The sound echoing off the bathroom tiles.
"Is this what you want?" he whispered into her ear.
"Yes, yes, yes," she said back.
He pivoted them around, before taking her wrists and planting them on the tiled wall in front of her. His hand went to squeezing and playing with her nipples, the other moved to kneading her arse.
He pushed her ankles apart and sucked a spot on her jaw, his teeth scratching over her skin. He was everywhere and, it was overwhelmingly so good. Her chest heaved with the restraint to keep her hands on the wall.
He brushed her nipple once, twice more, before sliding it down her wet torso. His fingers moved possessively over her inner thighs. Her legs shook to keep them apart. Malfoy groaned softly into her shoulder when he slipped his fingers over her warm, wet folds.
She rolled her hips forwards, and he cupped her intimately.
He began murmuring nonsensically things into her skin, but she could only hear the roaring of her ears.
He spread her folds and touched her clit with a fingertip. He stroked her gently; her legs nearly gave out. His fingers moved in the same manner as it did on her nipple, circling and stimulating over and over.
He moved his hand from kneading her arse to rubbing and squeezing her breasts. Malfoy was breathing heavily against her figure.
He slid his fingers to tease between her legs and move deeper into her. His tongue traced patterns around her ear. She shuddered and moaned when he pumped his fingers in deeper.
"Fuck." He groaned.
She clenched around him as he curled his fingers in her. He moved his thumb in a slow circle on her clit, making her hips jerk involuntarily. Her breaths were coming out faster and faster. She was so close…
He brushed her clit more insistently, pressing and rubbing, pumping and curling his fingers deeper. She arched into him, hands scrabbling for a ledge to grab on the slippery tiles.
"Oh, oh-!" She suddenly stiffened and shook as she came apart.
Malfoy slowed down, pumped leisurely in her as she came down from her high.
He withdrew his fingers and pressed the soaked digits near her lips. She opened her mouth, sucking her juices off him. She tilted her head back to meet his gaze.
His pupils were blown wide, almost leaking darkness into the grey of his eyes. He pulled his fingers from her mouth with a pop.
Their lips met with a clash, tongues and teeth clanging together. His hands dragged along the back of her thighs until he cupped her backside, squeezing and prying her apart. She gasped.
His mouth curled into a smirk against her mouth, and she felt him position himself at her entrance. She sucked on his lower lip, pulling at it with her teeth until he pressed a hand between her shoulders. She leaned into the tiled wall; hips angled toward him.
Merlin, it was different like this. He moved his hands, slipping around to her hips and pressed in further. She moaned out loud.
This… this was… oh…
She felt his hipbones pressing against her ass as he started to roll his hips in shallow thrusts. He was hitting places inside of her that she didn't know she needed to be hit. His rhythm was already becoming a steady snapping. He pulled her back onto him, and she braced on the wall.
"Fuck, Granger."
He thrust into her deep. She squeaked at the depth, eyes rolling into her head.
His fingers reached around and went between her folds, searching for her clit. When he found it, he twirled his digits around her clit, electricity ran through her veins. His other hand tightened on her waist, slamming her back on him, his hips pounding her forward.
"Come on, Granger."
She tensed at the gravel in his tone but needed more.
"Come on, what do you need?"
His teeth scrapped the back of her neck.
"I need- need- "A moaned escaped, her tongue scrambling to work. "Kiss me. Please, please."
His pace stutters, fingers digging into her skin and a dark laughter came out of him.
He pulled out, turned her around carefully. His hands went to her thighs, and she jumped up around his hips. He pushed her against the slippery surface and helped him re-enter her. She kissed him slowly, and he matched her.
His fingers found her hand and pulled it down to her clit between their bodies. Her fingers began circling the sensitive bud.
"That's it" He groaned out, before sweeping his tongue through her mouth.
She moaned into his mouth, once he pushed deeper into her and found his rhythm. His hips moved quickly, but his mouth kissed her leisurely. She flicked at her clit, working herself higher and higher.
Her hips started to buck, and he moaned her name.
"Hermione."
She clenched around him, this time a slow ripple moved through her, spreading through legs, trembling her knees, and all the while he kept pumping into her. She circled her clit twice more.
Before she pulled away, gasping for air, feeling her orgasm hitting her, he pushed into her a few more times, kissing her neck, and grunted as he came inside of her, her walls drawing every drop from him.
Her head leant back onto the bathroom tiles, trying to still catch her breath.
That was… that was… wow.
His lips drew her attention once more, he was pecking a pathway across her clavicle.
His grey eyes met hers and he pulled his head back.
His pale cheeks were flushed from his physical exertion and the hot steam.
He lowered her to the floor, slowly slipping out of her. She felt fluids leak out of her. Her knees shook once she found her footing.
Malfoy reached over and turned the taps of the shower off.
He turned back to her and cupped one side of her face. His grey eyes searching hers, for something.
He leaned forward and pressed his firm lips to hers. A warm feeling spread over her chest.
He pulled back, a smirk already on his face.
"Fuck, Granger. Why haven't we done this sooner?"
He scooped behind her knees and hauled her over his shoulder. His wet footprints leading a trail to the Head Boy bedroom.