Hermione couldn't stop thinking about Draco's pale skin and how it had glistened with water and sweat after they had finished together that first time. She was somewhat flustered to admit to herself, that it was the most captivating experience of her life. Or so it had been. Until the second day after when she and Draco woke in each other's arms, and he had made it his mission to find out how sore she still was. As it turned out, she wasn't that sore any longer, but an hour later they had both been panting and in desperate need of a shower. Which Hermione had insisted on taking alone. That day. So far Hermione enjoyed the explorations that had remained in their bedroom - aside from their first entanglement in the prefect's bathroom.