Hermione had found herself thinking of Draco more often. Their recent interactions had her seeing him in an even more positive light, and it wasn’t as if she hadn’t noticed how fit he was looking these days. The sickly and hollow look he had developed towards the end of the war had been replaced by a body that truly filled out his robes, strong jaw, slightly rosy cheeks - which tended to blush more and more frequently whenever she looked at him. Not to mention his smell... Gods his smell was delicious. Peppermint, ink and parchment and just a hint of fresh grass. Ever since that night in the pub when she’d seen the much larger than average looking bulge in his pants, she rarely found herself able to think of anyone or anything else as she pleasured herself. Wondering if it was getting out of hand, she felt slightly embarrassed that she could have sworn she could smell him, even over all the scents in the Prefect’s bathroom when she’d tried out the plug. Deciding that it must have been the overwhelming feeling of something so new to her, she pushed the thoughts aside. 