"Can I open my eyes now?" came Malfoy’s irritated drawl."Yes, but perhaps keep your mouth closed, I’m trying to relax." She closed her eyes, resting her head against the stone edge of the large tub. The quiet moment lasted all of three minutes."Are you seriously just going to take a bath?"She picked her head up, opening her eyes slowly in annoyance."Yes, Malfoy. What did you have in mind?" She regretted the question the minute it was out of her mouth and floating on the bubbles between them. He began to glide through the water, using his hands to part the bubbles as he went."Malfoy! Stop! Don’t come closer!" her voice was shrill, but she felt the rest of her body respond quite differently. As he had cleared the water, she could see his strong chest and the top of his abs, his arms lean but strong.She instinctively brought her arm over her chest, although she was still concealed under the bubbles."Did you tease Viktor this heinously?" he grinned wickedly."Noo," she mocked back at him. "He was a gentleman."Just how much of you did he get to see then?"Malfoy, if you're going to be a troll, perhaps you should go entertain Pansy, I hear she just worships you."This jab only seemed to entice him more as he began wading closer to her. She panicked and quickly submerged under the water, swimming to the opposite side of the large tub. Her head popped up as she saw Malfoy turning around for her, and she giggled before she could stop herself.Her hair, now wet, was slicked around her shoulders, and she felt emboldened by her the way his eyes lit up, like when he saw her on the train. He quickly began wading back, towards her. She felt her back against the corner of the tub, her arms clutching herself for a shred of privacy."You slippery minx," he said as he came within two feet of her. Without thinking, she brought her foot up, smacking him right in his already bruised jaw."Fuck! You bitch!" he yelled, holding his jaw.Hermione reacted instinctively. She stood and quickly closed the distance between them, her own body forgotten."Oh Malfoy, I’m sorry I was just going to splash you," she said as her hands touched his arms. His eyes had lowered to her chest, which was now on full display, well above the water and not covered in bubbles.His rage seemed quickly forgotten, as he looked up to her eyes, and she felt the familiar pull of him. It was all too much to fathom.His mouth came down to hers, but the bruising there looked far too painful for her to kiss him."Malfoy your jaw, I-I don't want to hurt y-"His mouth came down on hers, albeit more gently than the last time they were squished behind the suit of armor. She heard the water splash gently around them as he pulled her close to him, and she felt him- all of him. His skin was intensely smooth and surprisingly very soft. While she may die of embarrassment tomorrow, she relished in the feeling of herself, pressing up against him, how her nipplies reacted to his wet skin.Her arms went around his neck, as they continued to gingerly kiss each other.He winced only once, and Hermione took the moment to plant soft kisses along his jaw, and up his ear.His breathing had quickened, and his hold on her tightened. She felt his large hand rub her beautifully rounded arse.She looked back into his eyes, was this actually happening? Was she making out with Malfoy, naked in the prefect bathroom?"Can I touch you?" he whispered, unsure of his next move."You are touching me," she breathed.He shook his head and moved his hand from the small of her back, to her stomach, and began to slowly lower it.She felt her body stiffen as she understood his meaning."Malfoy, I’ve never-"Me either," he admitted. "I don’t trust anyone but you."Her eyes dared to look in his, she could feel his want growing against her leg, but could see the truth in his statement. They had somehow continued to keep each other's secrets, no matter how hateful their exchanges."Yes, t-touch me," she stammered.Malfoy’s hand lowered tentatively under the water, sliding easily between her legs. She had touched herself plenty in the last year, thinking mostly of him, but she wouldn’t dare say that now. This moment felt incredibly different than how she could have ever imagined. His fingers did not seem to know where to go, as he rubbed the outside of her.She covered his hand with her own, pushing past her folds, and into the warm interior of herself, as she gasped. His palm had grazed her most sensitive spot, as his fingers now felt the slickness of herself.They were no longer kissing, as she buried her head in his chest. She did not want him to see the look on her face as he touched her. He could see her hurt but not this.Malfoy’s fingers found her opening, and as the tip of his middle finger circled her entrance, she moaned deeply, breaking the trance she was in. She pulled back, still holding his arms, but breaking his contact from her center."My turn," she said, the fear in her voice palpable. She only had a very vague idea of what boys liked, and that was from watching Angelina get a bit too handsy with Fred in the common room.Malfoy didn’t move, but brought his hands to her arms, leaving her free to grab him.At first, she was surprised by the silkiness of him, the warmth of the skin as she rubbed her hand along his shaft. She couldn’t see what she was doing, but felt her confidence grow as Malfoy slammed his eyes shut, and was taking quick deep breaths.She left her hand open, running her fingers along, feeling the ridges and the firmness that grew as she touched him. It grew incredibly hard as she continued, unsure of what felt good, until his hand covered hers, closing her fist around him, and gently pumped his shaft.She continued to pump him, the water splashing as she built up speed.It was only a matter of moments before he squeezed her shoulder, pulling her hand off of him and turning away with a loud moan.Hermione knew what happened, and was amazed she had been able to bring him any pleasure let alone to an orgasm. She leaned back against the wall of the tub, submerging her body again. Would he storm off now? Call her filthy?He turned to her, the familiar pain in his gray eyes but something she had never seen Malfoy look at her with: affection.He sank back down in the water, floating away from her."Couldn’t have imagined this when I got my prefect badge," he smiled as large as his jaw would allow."I am beginning to wonder why there is such a large bath in here," Hermione returned.They both laughed, breaking the moment."Guess I should go get some arnica root," Malfoy said, turning out of the tub. He did not tell her to close her eyes, as she saw him step out of the bath. Her eyes closed quickly as she saw the pale shapeliness of his backside."You just wanked me off, but you’re not gonna get a look?" he laughed, pulling on his boxers.She gingerly opened one eye, to make sure he was decent."Malfoy, I-we-"Shut it Granger. This never happened, just like the last two times," his jumper had returned to its rightful place, covering his shoulders. "I am going to go back to being awful to you and those miserable excuses for friends you have. You do the same." His sneer had returned as he began walking out of the bathroom.She could not bring herself to say anything let alone move from the tub."Do me a favor though, stop pissing off Umbridge. She’ll torture you without a second thought and she can get away with it."Hermione felt herself nod, before he unlocked the door with a quick alohomora, and was gone.