Hermione lowers herself into the steaming water, humming a soft groan as she relaxes. Draco watches as she cleans herself, his mouth watering as she moves on to what he imagines are light caresses all over her body. His cock twitches as she plucks at her nipples and runs her palms over her breasts, just barely visible through the bubble filled water. She runs her hands up her neck and then twists her hair up into a bun, her beautiful body slowly revealing itself as she climbs out, water rippling down her curves. Truly, Granger is a Goddess. She walks towards the showers for a rinse and Draco takes the opportunity to move into the space once he hears the water start to splatter against the floor tiles. He’s got a good idea of what is about to happen, and he wants a front row seat. Waffling on which end of the towel he should perch himself near, he gives up and plants himself centered, on the bench next to her clothes. Recasting the disillusionment charm, he can’t take any chances of being caught. 