When: January 25, 1998
Who: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy
Where: Head Boy/Girl Dormitory and Bathroom
Rating: PG for implied nudity ^.^
Summary: Hermione and Draco deal with sharing a bathroom and Hermione loses her cool (though no snoggage, yay!)
Watch For: Hermione gives Draco a full-frontal.
Draco opened the bathroom door, letting out a cloud of steam from his shower. He'd wrapped a towel around his waist and was getting the excess water out of his hair with a towel. "Evening Granger, fancy seeing you here for once and not out and about in the library or .... studying."
Hermione didn't even look up from her homework, determined not to find herself oggling Draco's dripping chest. Focus was essential, these days. "Fancy seeing you take a shower -- I hope you didn't clog the drain with all that grease from your hair," the Head Girl replied, her voice pleasant, though her tone obviously mocking.
Draco rolled his eyes and tossed the towel he'd been using to dry his hair onto his bed. "Oh harsh Granger. But you should know after living with me for half a year that I don't have greasy hair. That's our dear potions master, with whom you spend so much time working with for extra credit."
"It often looks greasy -- then again, maybe you just have issues with perspiration," Hermione replied, only tensing slightly at the casual mention of Severus. Throwing her quill down, Hermione turned in her chair -- only to be confronted with an eyeful of Draco's rear end. She blinked, clearing her throat. "Merlin, Draco -- you could have told me you were naked," muttered Hermione, quickly turning back to her work.
"You were working," he stated simply, "I was under the impression that you weren't paying attention. So it's really not my fault." He grabbed a pair of boxers and pulled them on. "You can turn around now Granger," he said with a roll of his eyes.
Unable to shake the image of Draco's bum, Hermione shook her head. "I'd rather not," she replied, standing and turning to her own bed, careful not to glance in Draco's direction. She reached for her bath robe, which she had left on her bed. "I suppose the shower is available now... or should I wait for the fumes to disappate?"
"Oh Granger," he clasped a hand over his heart, "you wound me." He grabbed a comb and tugged it quickly through his hair, "Anyway," he tossed the comb back onto the nightstand, "Am I that completely horrible to look at? Or is it something else...?"
"There's nothing else it could be," Hermione said immediately, though she managed to keep her voice calm. She smirked slightly, making a show of closing her eyes as she moved to her vanity to fetch her own brush and toiletries.
"Good, that's a load off my mind." He brushed past her and into the bathroom where he grabbed they shirt he'd discarded earlier, hung up his towel, and commenced brushing his teeth.
Hermione frowned, pausing by the entrance to the bathroom. "Honestly, Malfoy. We've got rounds in an hour -- hurry up in there so I can take a shower already." She wasn't -about- to actually disrobe while Draco was still there... no matter what that tiny voice in her head was saying.
"Hey I'm not stopping you," he was speaking around his toothbrush, "I've got things I need to do before rounds start, most of it entails dealing with personal hygeine which means I need to use the bathroom."
Hermione opened her mouth to snap at Draco, but instead opted for simply stepping into the bathroom as well. She wouldn't make a show of being immature... "Cor. Fine. But keep your eyes closed until I'm in -- and keep your paws to yourself, too, Malfoy." Hmph. She stepped closer to the shower, hanging her robe up and setting her toiletries down on the counter.
Draco shrugged, "Whatever you say. Though you don't have anything to worry about." He washed out his mouth with some mouthwash, "I've told you repeatedly, you're not my type. So I obviously wouldn't be looking.
Hermione's eyes flashed. "... just because your type is smug, pig-nosed, slutty blondes, doesn't mean I'm not worth looking at," she countered, with just a hint of haughtiness. She turned her back to Draco, unbuttoning her robes.
"Oh, so you want me to look do you?" He put his toothpaste up and leaned against the bathroom wall. "I could've sworn you just told me not to look at all."
"I didn't say look!" Hermione snapped quickly, briskly folding her black robes and loosening her tie. "Besides, Piggy wouldn't be happy, now would she?"
"'Course you didn't," Draco drawled. "And don't talk about things you obviously don't understand. Including whatever relationship you think Pansy and I might be having."
Hermione paused at this, disposing of her tie and unbuttoning her blouse now. "Well... don't you have something...?"
"Granger you really must understand how I use the term 'relationship'. I use it extremely loosely. So if you mean commited relationship. Then no, if you mean casual sex, then sure why not. You honestly didn't think that I care completely about someone enough for a relationship like the kind you're talking about?"
"Oh. Naturally, of course not," Hermione muttered, dripping with dry sarcasm. She rolled her eyes, out of sight from Draco of course, and pushed her skirt to the floor. Stepping quickly from her socks and undergarments, Hermione bent over to turn on the water... "And I mean it, Malfoy, "your type" or not -- no looking." Better yet, just leave... before I lose it or do something stupid.
"Oh but Granger, how can you expect me to do anything but that. I am, Draco Malfoy or not, still male, and males have needs. Whether or not I feel like acting on them or not. Which I don't mind you. But the view from up here is pleasant just the same."
Hermione froze, her hand poised beneath the faucet to test the warmth of the water. "... avert your eyes or leave," she said stiffly, trying to think of some way to carry on with dignity -- she should have expected Draco wouldn't keep his eyes off of her, even if she was a mudblood.
Draco shook his head and grabbed some hair gel from the bathroom counter and started rubbing it through his hair while looking in the mirror. "I'm not finished yet Granger, isn't it obvious."
"Oh, yes, I forgot -- you haven't greased your hair yet," Hermione said testily, catching the faint smell of his hair gel. Hoping Draco was thoroughly distracted, she quickly stood and stepped into the shower -- even though the water was freezing cold still. "God, Draco... it's bloody freezing because of you. You used all the warm water," Hermione complained, shivering and wrapping her arms around her after pulling the shower curtain closed.
Draco rolled his eyes and sat down on the counter, "Honestly Granger, are you a witch or not? If you don't like the water temperature, go get your wand and change it."
"... that would involve stepping out of this shower," stated Hermione, teeth chattering now. "Couldn't you just go grab my wand yourself and bring it to me -- that is, as long as you don't actually get in the shower, just stick the wand through for me..." Even now, though, she was wondering if maybe she should just hop out and get it...
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Grab the wand..." he repeated slowly, "... and stick it through...... ooook then Granger." He grabbed his own wand ((OOC: no, not -that- wand)) and pulled pack the shower curtains to hand it to her.
Grateful she wouldn't have to hop out, Hermione turn to take the wand from Malfoy... "Cor, Draco! I didn't say pull back the curtain completely!" Hermione quickly grabbed the wand and wrenched the curtain shut again, hoping Draco hadn't had time to see much of anything. "Honestly, Malfoy, you're worse than Sebastian," she muttered, casting a simple charm and relaxing beneath the warmer water.
"Hate to break it to you doll, but no one is worse than Bastian. It's physically impossible." He reached his hand through the curtains, "I'll take my wand back now."
Hermione shoved the wand into his hand quickly. Well, Malfoy was right about one thing... Bastian -was- the definition of bad. "Oh shove off -- aren't you done yet?" Hermione grumbled, reaching for the shampoo.
Draco shrugged. "Dunno. You done yet? Because I've got nothing to do but sit here and talk to the naked girl in the shower next to me."
"I'm sure you could find something constructive to do," Hermione frowned, now in the middle of lathering and scrubbing her curls... "And no, I'm -hardly- finished."
"But I'm enjoying this. So why would I do anything else." He shook his head, "Nope, this is just fine for the moment."
Hermione sighed inwardly, rinsing her shampooed hair clean now. "And I -assume- you'll still be 'enjoying' this when I get out of the shower?"
He shrugged, even though she couldn't see him, "It really depends on my mood. I could be gone by the time you get out at the rate you're going."
"Good," Hermione smirked, although even she knew that she was on a schedule. She couldn't waste time in the shower, hoping Draco would leave. Rounds were now in about half an hour. She began lathering and scrubbing her body with a loofa -- and, hate it as she might, she was hurrying. "Well, at least tell me there's a towel left for me out there."
Draco nodded, "Yep, there is. The one I'm using to dry my hair." He smirked and continued to towel dry his hair.
Hermione grimaced. "Eww!" After all, the towel was probably streaked with hair gel, too, now. She rinsed now, letting the water wash her clean... Alright. Relax. Just get the towel quickly, that's all. Taking one last deep breath, Hermione turned off the water and took a moment to dripdry before pulling the curtain back. She stepped out, jaw clenched and arms over her chest. "Now come on, hand me the towel, if you're done with it..." And yes, by this point, the Head Girl -was- blushing... though she'd never admit it. God damn Malfoy...
Draco gave her the once over with his gray eyes while he handed her the towel. "Be my guest." He jumped down from the counter and walked back into the bedroom where he started laying out shirts of varying colors on his bed.
Hermione glared at Draco as his eyes wandered, but was definitely thankful when he decided to move on -- if not a little offended. Back to the bedroom, she patted herself down and wrapped the towel around her, chest to thigh. Leaving her hair dripping at her shoulders, the Head Girl opened her bag of toiletries.
Draco stared at the shirts arrayed on his bed with his hands on his hips before grabbing a black one and a green one. He kicked open the bathroom door and stepped inside. "Green or black?"
Hermione almost dropped her brush, as she was combing through her curls -- which now lay straight, and slightly feathered as it had already begun to dry slightly. She frowned, glancing in the bathroom mirror to catch Draco's reflection. "... black. Green and Slytherin is terribly cliche," Hermione replied, with a smirk. She made sure the towel was tight around her torso, before straightening and turning to face Draco. "Excuse me, I need to get back into the bedroom."
Draco stepped out of the way and tossed the green shirt back onto his bed while he pulled on the black one. "Normally I'd feel insulted, but since I'm in a good mood and going out I'm going to let that remark go." He started to search for a pair of pants.
"What? That you're terribly cliche? Well, even black is a bit trite," she noted, shrugging as she emerged from the bathroom and moved to her dresser again. Careful to keep her back to Draco, Hermione dropped her robe and began to dress again as she continued. "Honestly. Ooo. Evil. Death. Darkness." She rolled her eyes.
"Do you ever stop talking!" He turned around and faced her with his hands on his hips. "All you do is talk. It's like nails grating on a chalkboard. It makes me cringe." He sighed melodramatically. "People these days don't know the value of silence." He grabbed a pair of pants and pulled them on.
"And sometimes you remind me of a girl," quipped the Head Girl in response, grinning faintly. "Honestly, you're starting to remind me of Blaise when we were in our Fifth Year. I swear that boy was gender-confused." She buttoned up a blouse and pulled on a skirt, but opted for no tie or robes this time.
He shook his head indignantly, "I assure you, that I am completely and totally male and not sexually confused like some people are." He sat down on his bed so he could lace up his boots.
"Well, I don't know if you're completely male -- I've only seen your bum, and it was -quite- white and soft-looking," teased Hermione, glancing over at Draco for his reaction.
Draco shook his head, "Granger what am I going to do with you. I can't have you staring at my arse constantly you know. It wouldn't be good for my image, not at all mind you."
"Its only happened -once-, and I certainly was -not- complimenting it," Hermione fired back, her own hands on her hips now as she waited. "As I said, from what Ive seen on your pantlessness, you could be even more feminine than your whore Parkinson." She paused, smirking slightly. "Then again... that's not all that hard -- sometimes I swear she looks like a prepubescent boy."
Draco shook his head, "I'm not going to sit here and listen to this. I'm going out like I said I was. You've got rounds tonight, alone. No more repeats of that bloody Mr. Bumblebee incident. And while I'm gone maybe you'll come to your senses, get over yourself, and stop being bitter because I'm getting some and you aren't."
Hermione blinked. "Whoa... no way am I doing rounds alone -- and that Mr. Bumblebee thing -never- would have happened if you hadn't insisted on being a bloody rule-breaking prat." She scowled, crossing her arms over her chest. "And excuse me. I'm not bitter." ... and it's not like I'm -not- getting any.
Draco froze on his way out the door, but quickly recovered, "Well if you're not bitter, then you're obviously getting some, and it's not from Potter. That boy is going to die a virgin the way his luck is.." He opened the door, "And yes, you are going to do rounds alone tonight."
Hermione's eyes flashed. "You have no idea what you're talking about -- which isn't unusual. Fine. Go shag your bloody bint. But the Headmaster -will- be told of your neglegence." Smirking, she shook her damp curls triumphantly.
"Tell the Headmaster Granger, and I'll tell your boyfriend every single thing you confessed to me last time we had rounds. Don't cross me Granger. Not now, not ever."
"We're not dating, Malfoy. And I didn't tell you -anything- that night," Hermione replied cooly. Or did I? "Besides. There's nothing I hide from Harry anymore. Now go on, Draco, really -- have fun with Pugsy. I'm sure Filch will love to see the Head Boy scrubbing the trophies for a week."
Draco turned around and gave Hermione a warning look. "I'm very sure you don't tell him everything. And I'm serious Granger, you wouldn't want anything to happen to anyone of your little friends would you? Don't cross me Granger. You know I don't make empty threats."
"And -you- know that I've never been one to be intimidated by you and your threats, Draco," she said evenly, narrowing her eyes. "You really think you scare me? What are you going to tell Harry? That I wanted to shag you? That we've made out once? That you've seen me naked? Please."
"Well then, if you haven't been intimidated before don't waste your time by starting now. And what possibly makes you think that anything I might possibly be thinking about involves you directly. Contrary to whatever you believe the world does not revolve around you and what I might possibly say regarding you."
Hermione paused at this, miffled. "... Because you -were- talking about me!" she pointed out. "You were threatening to tell Harry about... about... -something- concerning me, if I went and told Dumbledore." Erg! She was losing her cool, quickly. Fists clenched, the Head Girl grrred in frustration.
"Tell Dumbledore what exactly? That I possibly said something that I can't remember saying and hypothetically threatened you with things you confessed while drunk? Oh yes that surely will go over well. Remember Granger that no matter what you think about me personally, I'm still Head Boy."
Hermione frowned. This... conversation had taken an odd turn. Draco was trying to confuse her -- yes, that must be it. "Ugh! I was going to go tell Dumbledore that you were shirking from your patrol duties, before you went and threatened me!" she cried out, scowling.
"Well go ahead and tell him," Draco said calmly. "And I'll just be sure to tell him exactly what you were up to last time. Doesn't matter if I implicate myself, seeing as you would've already told him about me." Draco's silver eyes flashed. "And I'll make your life hell."
"What the -- ... you wouldn't -- ... gah!" Hermione threw up her arms. "-Fine-. Go shag your little friend. I don't care. I'll patrol alone." She briskly stepped towards Draco, attempting to brush by the Head Boy.
"Well, now that I have your permission." He pushed past her and walked out the door. "Have a nice night."
Hermione fumed, nearly growling in frustration. "Gah! You're insufferable, Draco Malfoy!" Hermione called after the Head Boy, before turning and flouncing off in the opposite direction. Rawr!
Draco shook his head. If she thought he honestly cared what happened to her she was highly deluded and misguided. Oh well, not his doom anyway.
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