"Would you like help with that?" She asked, her heart beating wildly. Draco’s hand dropped to his side, and he turned to face her. Hermione’s mouth watered. He was so fucking fine. When wet, his white-blond hair was darker, and his pale stomach glistened with the water. Her eyes travelled downwards, his abdomen tapering to his narrow hips, the defined lines of his lean muscles pulling her eyes down to his cock. It pointed directly at her, and Hermione wanted to  touch . She let her eyes travel down his legs and then back up. His cock twitched as she took her second look like it knew she was staring, and then back up his delectable chest to his face. He was staring at her in abject horror.