They’d just finished a beautiful dinner, having spent the day exploring their island and a few neighbouring ones. Draco was just about to pour them some more wine when the sky opened, the tropical rain soaking them through in a matter of seconds, their glasses filled with rain water instead of the exquisite wine they’d been drinking. Hermione takes one look at a drenched Draco, his white shirt completely stuck to his torso, before jumping up out of her seat. Instead of running inside like he expects, she takes off towards the ocean, her soaked clothes leaving a trail behind the now  very naked witch.  He  follows her lead and before long they’re both naked and splashing into the warm water. 