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Summary: Draco and Hermione are now prefects, and have a midnight meeting in a bathroom....hmmm a peculiar place to do anything dirty...Rated R because of sexual content and sexual tension. Dont get fooled by the title.
Hermione Granger's hair swished down her back, making its way until her waist. It had gotten awfully long. Maybe it was time for a haircut, she thought. Putting her hair up into a ponytail, she entered the Prefect's bathroom with the new password, and looked around the deserted "paradise" quickly and catiously. After all, she was only wearing a towel and some slippers. Her feet slipped out of them quickly enough as she closed the door behind her. Her ponytail swung over to the bathtub, which was already filled with water as usual. The mermaid giggled. Hermione looked at her and smiled. Being a prefect wasn't so bad. Actually, it was perfectly delightful, but she didn't want to let her best friends Ron Weasley and Harry Potter to know that, especially since she tried to loosen up for them often. The new shampoo that smelled like fresh bubble gum pondered about her hair, and rinsing such long material took a long time before Hermione got the happiness of going into the tub and pulling on the curtain.
It was not long after, although, when she had just gotten her towel off when there was the sound of the door opening, and Hermione frantically put her towel on securely. She blushed slightly and gave a silent yelp to herself as someone pulled off the curtain. "Granger!" the person spat. Only one person would call her that. Draco Malfoy, although quite different now because of his new fine toned muscles and his hair wasn't slicked back anymore, the same old boy with the silver colored hair and the wide blue eyes stood before her, staring at her, a slightly red creeping up to his rather unusual pale cold cheeks that always stood white. "Malfoy! What're you doing here? This is a Prefect's bathroom! Breaking the rules at the first year of 7th year! Well, I'll be!" she scowled at him. Draco looked slightly shocked for a moment before he gave Hermione a smug smirk which she hated so very much through her years at Hogwarts, sure it was sexy, but it taunted her all over.
"Exactly." he answered, his pale smooth lips breaking into a grin. Hermione looked at him blankly for a minute before understanding what he meant. "No! You can't be a prefect!" she objected. Draco's grin grew softer and he looked at her through narrowed eyes. "And why the hell not?" he said to her. Hermione fumbled through her brain for an answer before she said, "Because your rude, impolite, selfish, your always breaking the rules, your indecent, and may I remind you that your not wearing your prefect badge? Why, all your wearing is a robe, not even our official Hogwarts one. You've lost more points from Mcgonagall than a cat's eaten rats, and the only reason you think your so smart is because Snape praises you just because you and your father kiss ass." she said, everything tumbiling out of her mouth fast. She even surprised herself. Bad language was not her territory, but it had to be said.
"First of all, Granger, I am wearing a bathrobe because this is a BATHROOM, or havent you noticed that the toilets aren't there for a sink so you could drink water off it? Also, I do not kiss Snape's ass, because if I did, why would I get full marks on every subject? I don't kiss ass to everybody, Granger. If its hard to believe, I am better than that!" he snorted. Hermione rolled her eyes. "I think not. Now if you please will get out, I am trying to take a bath! And much as I'd love for you to stick around, MALFOY..." she said sarcastically, "I don't want the occupation of your personal stripper." she finished. Malfoy, surprisingly blushed at this. "I don't know, it may not be bad." he said. Hermione's face turned red. She felt her breath turning hotter and felt a slight tingle go down her whole body, but she chose to ignore this behavior of hers.
"As if you didn't know, I was thinking of showering before you did, so I am going to shower, stay if you like Granger, but get out of MY bathtub for MY bath." ordered Draco. Hermione laughed. "No, I got here first, and whattya mean you were thinking about showering before I did? How do you know I haven't been thinking of it since yesterday?" she said. Draco didn't answer. Hermione smiled . "Get out." she spat. "And what are you going to do, Granger, if I don't?" he sneered. Hermione bit her lip and said, "Ten points from Gryffindor for invading my privacy!"
"That's insane!" Draco yelled. "Five more if you don't leave!" she said. "What if I don't want to?" he asked curiously. There was no mistaking it, Hermione's breathing became more faster, and she was startled to feel her nipples harden underneath her towel. "Why the hell wouldn't you?" she asked. Draco's smile went perverted. "Get out!" said Hermione near to tears. She felt violated all of a sudden. Don't cry! she told herself. Especially over a Malfoy. Draco came closer. Hermione's tears disappeared as she felt that weird feeling again, tingiling up and down her sides. "I don't care what you do, Malfoy. I am going to shower FIRST! So I suggest you leave." she shouted, putting on the curtain again. Catiously she removed her towel, and sunk deep into the water. She felt as if she was suffocating into the soapy liquid as her hair and head went beneath it. She was going to stay inside the water for a while and then squealed as she felt arms surrond her stomach, pulling up her naked body.
"Draco!" Hermione yelled, kicking him, but stopped abruptly when she saw that his bathrobe was open too, and they were pressed against each other in the edge of the bathtub, Hermione completely drenched, Draco completely dry, and the more closer he got, the more redder Hermione produced on her skin. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Nothing much." he grinned, rolling his fingers on her waist, moving down to her ass. "Stop." she said, trying to get out, but she enjoyed this rather greatly. "Look, we're prefects..." she started.
"We're also seventeen." he replied. His lips harshly brushing on hers, making Hermione feel drenched in VERY DIFFERENT WAYS. They were both almost naked, and Hermione felt guilty doing this in a public property that was public to Prefects. Surprisingly, Draco got off her and his mouth crinkled into a smile. He was walking out of the bathroom when he looked at Hermione's terrified face and said,"Hmm, a stripper eh? Would you be willing to work full time?" before closing the door behind him.
Disclaimer: I aint Joann.
Summary: Draco and Hermione are now prefects, and have a midnight meeting in a bathroom....hmmm a peculiar place to do anything dirty...Rated R because of sexual content and sexual tension. Dont get fooled by the title.
Hermione Granger's hair swished down her back, making its way until her waist. It had gotten awfully long. Maybe it was time for a haircut, she thought. Putting her hair up into a ponytail, she entered the Prefect's bathroom with the new password, and looked around the deserted "paradise" quickly and catiously. After all, she was only wearing a towel and some slippers. Her feet slipped out of them quickly enough as she closed the door behind her. Her ponytail swung over to the bathtub, which was already filled with water as usual. The mermaid giggled. Hermione looked at her and smiled. Being a prefect wasn't so bad. Actually, it was perfectly delightful, but she didn't want to let her best friends Ron Weasley and Harry Potter to know that, especially since she tried to loosen up for them often. The new shampoo that smelled like fresh bubble gum pondered about her hair, and rinsing such long material took a long time before Hermione got the happiness of going into the tub and pulling on the curtain.
It was not long after, although, when she had just gotten her towel off when there was the sound of the door opening, and Hermione frantically put her towel on securely. She blushed slightly and gave a silent yelp to herself as someone pulled off the curtain. "Granger!" the person spat. Only one person would call her that. Draco Malfoy, although quite different now because of his new fine toned muscles and his hair wasn't slicked back anymore, the same old boy with the silver colored hair and the wide blue eyes stood before her, staring at her, a slightly red creeping up to his rather unusual pale cold cheeks that always stood white. "Malfoy! What're you doing here? This is a Prefect's bathroom! Breaking the rules at the first year of 7th year! Well, I'll be!" she scowled at him. Draco looked slightly shocked for a moment before he gave Hermione a smug smirk which she hated so very much through her years at Hogwarts, sure it was sexy, but it taunted her all over.
"Exactly." he answered, his pale smooth lips breaking into a grin. Hermione looked at him blankly for a minute before understanding what he meant. "No! You can't be a prefect!" she objected. Draco's grin grew softer and he looked at her through narrowed eyes. "And why the hell not?" he said to her. Hermione fumbled through her brain for an answer before she said, "Because your rude, impolite, selfish, your always breaking the rules, your indecent, and may I remind you that your not wearing your prefect badge? Why, all your wearing is a robe, not even our official Hogwarts one. You've lost more points from Mcgonagall than a cat's eaten rats, and the only reason you think your so smart is because Snape praises you just because you and your father kiss ass." she said, everything tumbiling out of her mouth fast. She even surprised herself. Bad language was not her territory, but it had to be said.
"First of all, Granger, I am wearing a bathrobe because this is a BATHROOM, or havent you noticed that the toilets aren't there for a sink so you could drink water off it? Also, I do not kiss Snape's ass, because if I did, why would I get full marks on every subject? I don't kiss ass to everybody, Granger. If its hard to believe, I am better than that!" he snorted. Hermione rolled her eyes. "I think not. Now if you please will get out, I am trying to take a bath! And much as I'd love for you to stick around, MALFOY..." she said sarcastically, "I don't want the occupation of your personal stripper." she finished. Malfoy, surprisingly blushed at this. "I don't know, it may not be bad." he said. Hermione's face turned red. She felt her breath turning hotter and felt a slight tingle go down her whole body, but she chose to ignore this behavior of hers.
"As if you didn't know, I was thinking of showering before you did, so I am going to shower, stay if you like Granger, but get out of MY bathtub for MY bath." ordered Draco. Hermione laughed. "No, I got here first, and whattya mean you were thinking about showering before I did? How do you know I haven't been thinking of it since yesterday?" she said. Draco didn't answer. Hermione smiled . "Get out." she spat. "And what are you going to do, Granger, if I don't?" he sneered. Hermione bit her lip and said, "Ten points from Gryffindor for invading my privacy!"
"That's insane!" Draco yelled. "Five more if you don't leave!" she said. "What if I don't want to?" he asked curiously. There was no mistaking it, Hermione's breathing became more faster, and she was startled to feel her nipples harden underneath her towel. "Why the hell wouldn't you?" she asked. Draco's smile went perverted. "Get out!" said Hermione near to tears. She felt violated all of a sudden. Don't cry! she told herself. Especially over a Malfoy. Draco came closer. Hermione's tears disappeared as she felt that weird feeling again, tingiling up and down her sides. "I don't care what you do, Malfoy. I am going to shower FIRST! So I suggest you leave." she shouted, putting on the curtain again. Catiously she removed her towel, and sunk deep into the water. She felt as if she was suffocating into the soapy liquid as her hair and head went beneath it. She was going to stay inside the water for a while and then squealed as she felt arms surrond her stomach, pulling up her naked body.
"Draco!" Hermione yelled, kicking him, but stopped abruptly when she saw that his bathrobe was open too, and they were pressed against each other in the edge of the bathtub, Hermione completely drenched, Draco completely dry, and the more closer he got, the more redder Hermione produced on her skin. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Nothing much." he grinned, rolling his fingers on her waist, moving down to her ass. "Stop." she said, trying to get out, but she enjoyed this rather greatly. "Look, we're prefects..." she started.
"We're also seventeen." he replied. His lips harshly brushing on hers, making Hermione feel drenched in VERY DIFFERENT WAYS. They were both almost naked, and Hermione felt guilty doing this in a public property that was public to Prefects. Surprisingly, Draco got off her and his mouth crinkled into a smile. He was walking out of the bathroom when he looked at Hermione's terrified face and said,"Hmm, a stripper eh? Would you be willing to work full time?" before closing the door behind him.