The Prefect's Bathroom

It was currently 10:00 on Friday night and Hermione had been doing homework in the common room for two hours so far. The stress and tension of sixth year were most definitely getting to her, she felt absolutely exhausted. She'd been feeling tired and generally off colour for a week now, and she knew what she needed – time to relax. She wondered what to do to relax and it quickly dawned on her, take a bath! Being a prefect, she could use the Prefect's Bathroom. Now that was relaxing! With a plan now formed she closed her books and left Gryffindor tower.

She walked to the fifth floor, past the statue of Boris the Bewildered and down to the fourth door on the left. She spoke the password (bubble bath) and entered the large chandelier lit bathroom. The sunken bath, the size of a swimming pool, stood in the centre. Hermione grabbed a large, fluffy white towel and put it next to the bath. Then she turned on several of the hundred taps surrounding the bath, and it was soon filled with rose-scented water covered completely with thick white, delicate pink and massive golden bubbles. It looked incredibly inviting, so Hermione stripped and stepped into the bath.

It was quite hot, and so deep that her feet could only barely touch the bottom. Only her head bobbed above the bubbles. She dipped her head down and swam under water awhile, then lazily backstroked across the bath, relaxed at last.

She was leaning against the side of the bath, looking up at the chandelier when she heard the door open.

Hermione quickly straightened up and, seeing who it was, instinctively bobbed lower in the water and covered her chest with her arms.

"What are you doing here?" she asked angrily.

"Now, now, Granger, this is the Prefect's bathroom, and seeing as I am a Prefect, I have every right to be here," Malfoy sneered, "though how I am going to get clean with a mudblood dirtying up the bath is beyond me."

Hermione glared, "Well if you don't want to be here, then I suggest you leave!"

"Oh believe me Granger, I would. That is to say, I would if I wasn't feeling so…" he struggled for the right word, but couldn't find it, "what I'm saying, is that if I want a bath, then I'm not going to let a mudblood like you rob me of it." And with that he started to undress.

"God, Draco!" said Hermione, covering her eyes, "warn me first!" She hadn't seen anything and most certainly didn't plan to. She kept her eyes firmly shut until she heard him enter the water, then carefully opened them again.

"What's the problem, Granger?" he mocked, "worried you might like it?"

"You wish," she muttered. She badly wanted to get out of the bathroom, but she couldn't as she wasn't wearing anything and didn't trust Malfoy not to look.

"So Granger, what brings you to the bath?" Malfoy smirked conversationally, "trying to wash off that mud of yours? I hate to break it to you, but I don't think that'll work."

"Shut up Malfoy. I just felt tired."

"Oh, well that explains everything," he said sarcastically.

"Well, why are you in here?"

Malfoy stretched his arms out and yawned, "rough day."

"Fine," Hermione said, staring at the chandelier once more.

"Well, Granger? Aren't you going to ask me what happened today that was so rough?" he said sharply.

"Nope," she replied.

Malfoy pretended not to hear her. "Well it all started in Transfiguration when old McGonagall decided to give me a detention for turning Pansy Parkinson's book into a rattlesnake, even though it was clearly an accident." His tone clearly stated that it had been on purpose. "So then after lessons she made me clean out the weeds from the edge of the lake, without magic! So of course I fall in, and completely soaked I figure 'screw this!' and go back into the castle. Then bloody Filch catches me and goes mental because I was dripping all over his precious floor, then he makes me sit in his office and wait for an hour so he can go tell off Peeves before he screams at me. Awful day. These teachers have no respect."

Hermione stifled a laugh at the thought of Malfoy falling in the lake and dripping on the floor.

"Well, that got you laughing, didn't it?" Malfoy said.

"Well it was a funny story," Hermione admitted. Malfoy smiled, just slightly, and swam a little closer to her.

"So why are you here?"

She laughed, "I was just tired of doing homework!"

Malfoy grew serious. "You're not like other girls, are you Hermione?"

"Huh?" she said, stunned that he'd used her first name.

"Well, most girls try to impress me with stories. They wouldn't admit they'd been doing homework. And I usually get a reaction when I taunt other girls, but it doesn't faze you at all, does it. And needless to say, no other girl has ever slapped me."

Hermione laughed again. "Yeah, sorry about that. I was a little, um, highly strung that day."

"Probably because you were doing every lesson on the syllabus!"

"Probably," she agreed, "wait, how did you know about that? You knew my timetable?" She grinned and joked, "Malfoy, I didn't know you cared!"

Malfoy remained serious and swam to the middle of the bath, "hey, just because I'm rude as hell to you, doesn't mean I don't notice things."

"I see," she said slowly, and began walking towards him, "so why'd you do it?"

"What, be rude to you? You know me… I've got a reputation to uphold." He was hiding the truth – that he was jealous of the attention she and her friends had been receiving from day one. Attention that he felt entitled to as the son of a wealthy, pure-blooded family.

"And, why are you being so civil to me now?" she pressed, still moving forward.

"Well, there's no-one around now," he smiled.

Hermione stopped a few feet away from him, nervous, of course, because she wasn't wearing anything.

"I'm, uh, sorry if I hurt your feelings," he said.

"Ha! You'll have to try harder than that to hurt my feelings!" she said bravely.

"Is that an invitation?"

"No. On second thoughts, don't try harder. I much prefer it when you're nice to me."

"I like it too." She looked at him sharply, into his cool blue eyes. He stepped closer to her, right up to her, and put his hand on her hair. "And I like you, Hermione," he said quietly.

"Evidently not as much as your reputation," she retorted, a little hotly.

"Oh, don't spoil the moment," he said, bending his head towards hers and lifting her face to his.

They kissed passionately, and Malfoy's hand slipped around Hermione's waist. Her hands moved to his hair, and his back, touching his flesh. He pulled her closer and kissed her again. She responded more excitedly, clutching at his back. Malfoy moved his lips to her neck and sucked, feeling her take a sharp breath and let it out slowly. He kissed her more gently, as his hands moved to her breasts, kneading and stroking.

"Draco," she whispered, "I'm not sure this is a good idea." She wasn't sure how she felt about it. It felt good and everything, but she also felt… vulnerable. What if someone saw her? What would her friends think?

"You know what I think?" he whispered to her, "I think you think too much." His hands moved down to her hips as he kissed her again. When he pulled away she put her hands on his chest and kissed him, her hands moving downwards. His did too.

Just as they were reaching the zone of no return, she stepped clumsily backwards and took a deep breath. "No Draco, I'm serious. This isn't a good idea. It's just… well it's weird. I want this to be meaningful."

"It is meaningful," he said, moving closer to her, "come on, Hermione. I know you want this as much as I do." It was true, but it was too sudden.

"I'm sorry Draco." She moved back and pulled herself out of the pool. Malfoy gazed hungrily at her wet naked body, tastefully decorated with bubble bath, as she picked up her towel, dried off, then put on her cloak.

Malfoy climbed out of the bath as she was heading for the door. Just as she reached it he spun her around and kissed her, his body glistening and dripping water on her clothes. "I can't tempt you?" he tempted.

"Not today, Draco," she told him.

He sighed. "Well, I guess we'll always have the Prefect's Bathroom."

She smiled. "Goodbye Draco," she said, opening the door and leaving.

Draco slammed his hand on the wall once she'd left.

"Goddamn it."

A/N lol, I'm sorry! I'm no good at writing porn! Just knocked this one up in a day, and it'll probably end there, but let me know if you think they should meet again for another date, and I can always add another chapter if enough people are interested. Review away, people! Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed.