Musical Moments

PERFECT ENEMY

Lyrics : Tatu
Characters : JK Rowling
Disclaimer : If you honestly believe I own either the song or the characters, you should really stop reading right now and go outside for some fresh air. On second though, finish reading, submit a review and then get some fresh air. Heck, I needed some air after writing my thoughts down for this particular chapter.

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Why should I welcome
Your domination
Why should I listen
To explanations

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Draco re-read the small bit of parchment again. It instructed him to be in the Astronomy Tower at seven o’clock in the evening. There was no signature, but that perfect handwriting could only belong to one person. Hermione Granger. He would find out her decision at that time. In the meanwhile, he had a Transfiguration essay to finish, an Arithmancy chart to complete and a Quidditch practice to attend. How in all that was magical and mystical was he supposed to focus on those mundane activities when the promise of a possible acceptance was just a few hours away?

Amazingly, however, the time flew past and the Slytherin found himself quite capable of focusing on the tasks at hand and actually completing them to his own high standards. He attributed this to believing that if he worked hard now he would be properly rewarded later that evening. Even Slytherins have dreams…perverse dreams by some other people’s standards, perhaps, but dreams nevertheless. Supper was coming to a close and without a word, Draco left his house’s table. His fellow Slytherins looked at him questioningly, but they were rather used to his abrupt nature and none stopped nor followed him.

As Draco made his way up to the Astronomy Tower, he realized that Hermione hadn’t been at supper in the Great Hall. He debated briefly on detouring down to the kitchen to bring her something small, but realized that if she hadn’t eaten supper she probably wouldn’t nibble on anything he brought.

((Mmmmm…))

The very idea of Hermione nibbling on him had a wave of desire crashing through his body and Draco could feel himself hardening.

“You’re late.” Hermione said from the darkness as he entered the room.

“I wanted to make sure that there were no professors in the area.” Draco replied smoothly. “Personally, I do not wish for a repeat of what happened in the greenhouse.”

Even with her encased in the shadows, Draco knew she was smirking at him. It both galled and appealed to him. Peverse, indeed.

“So…” Draco said, sticking his hands in his trouser pockets and rocking on the balls of his feet.

“I never thought you’d be nervous, Malfoy.” Hermione remarked.

“I’m not.” He lied.

“Uh huh.” Hermione approached, leaving the safety of her dark hiding spot. “This was your offer, Malfoy.”

“I remember.” His eyes narrowed at her nearness.

“If…and I repeat, if…I were to accept, I have some conditions.”

A blonde eyebrow arched.

“And they would be?” Draco asked amused. This was bound to be interesting.

“No physical abuse. No verbal or emotional abuse.”

“Not when we’re alone.” Draco agreed. “But what I say out in public is, of course, required by my Slytherin brethren.”

“Just as my right hook is required by my Gryffindor principles.” Hermione fired back.

“Anything else?” His nose ached the memory of her fist connecting with it.

“If I say stop…you stop.”

“Women say stop all the time and don’t really mean it.” Draco grinned evilly. “It’s truly amazing what the female mouth will utter in the throes of passion.

Hermione stared, surprise crossing her face.

“Fine…we’ll need a word that really means it then. We don’t wish to cause your poor brain any more injury than it has already incurred in your life time.”

Draco rolled his eyes.

“Hippogriff?” He suggested playfully and chuckled at Hermione’s nod. “Anything else?”

“It…this…remains between us…unless we both decide to let the world know.”

“Fine by me.” Draco really had no desire for the world to know that he wanted someone other than a Pureblood.

Silence.

“Well?” Draco asked.

Hermione took a deep breath and chewed her lower lip for a moment.

“I accept.” Hermione stuck her hand out, willing to shake on the agreement.

Grinning, Draco wrapped an arm around Hermione and pulled her flush against him. Tilting her head up, he crashed his mouth on to hers and began to taste her essence. Hermione whimpered and wrapped her arms around his neck, twining her fingers within the longish strands of his pale hair. The passion of the Gryffindor lioness never failed to amaze Draco and as he nipped on Hermione’s lower lip, he realized he was looking forward to stoking those fires higher and higher.

*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***

I’m not pretending
To make it simple
Try to be something
Experimental

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His hands skimmed down Hermione’s robes to her waist. Pushing the black material apart, he delved inside and gently tugged her blouse out of her skirt. His fingers quickly found themselves resting on surprising soft skin and Draco started to growl his pleasure at this discovery. Inhaling softly, Hermione’s scent filled him and he realized that he was being filled by the aroma of passion and arousal and new found sensations. It spurred him on.

Hermione, unwilling to simply come along for this sensual ride, found her own hands busy loosening Draco’s tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Her fingers met surprisingly warm skin, as she gently raked her fingertips across Draco’s toned chest.

“I didn’t go to supper because I wasn’t hungry.” Hermione quietly rambled as Draco’s teeth and tongue explored her neck. “But suddenly, I find myself…”

“Ravenous?” Draco mumbled against her skin.

Hermione hummed her agreement.

Draco lifted Hermione up and placed her on the desk in the front of the Astronomy Tower lecture hall. Instinctively, Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, effectively trapping the Slytherin against her. Not that he planned on going any where. This was a very delicious trap he had become ensnared in.

The fingers of one of his hands stroked one of Hermione’s outer thighs while the other cupped a very tempting breast through the cotton shirt. Moaning her need for more, Hermione arched up into Draco, coming into contact with his trousered hardness. Despite the layers of cloth separating them, both growled at the heat the other was radiating.

“Draco, please…” She found herself breathing.

“Hmmm?” Draco purred as he undid the last of her buttons on the white shirt. Pushing the cotton aside, his pale eyes found themselves fixated on the delicate white lace facing him. Rather virginal for his normal tastes and yet Draco found himself quite fascinated by what the fragile material was covering.

“I need…I want…”

“That makes two of us.” Draco whispered as he lowered his mouth to suckle her through the lace. Hermione’s gasp of surprise and tightening of her hands in his hair encouraged him on.

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You don’t turn me off
I will never fail
Things I loved before,
Are not for sale

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“But not here.” Draco stood up suddenly and began to redo Hermione’s shirt chastely.

Brown eyes, still glazed with unrequited passion, stared up at him blankly.

“I will not take you here…on a desk…like some cad.”

Hermione giggled.

“Okay, so maybe in your eyes I am a cad, but that’s still no reason for your first time to be on a desk.”

“Where was your first time?” Hermione found herself asking.

“Not on a desk.” Draco replied without fully answering. “I want you Hermione. You know that. And right now, I’m so bloody close to taking you. It’s best to stop right now before we go any further.”

“Never thought you to be the sensitive type, Malfoy.” Hermione muttered as she tucked her shirt back into her skirt.

“Fine. I didn’t feel like hurting my knees against the desk. Better?” He spat out.

“Look, I hate to be the one to point out the logical,” Hermione glared at Draco as he rolled his eyes at her. “But where, pray tell, do you suppose we take this next step? It’s not as if we have any private beds around here.”

“Don’t we?” Draco smirked. “Think outside of the box, Princess.”

Hermione frowned for a moment and then smiled brightly, comprehension dawning.

“Can we go there now?” Hope filled her voice.

Draco chuckled at her enthusiasm.

“As much as I would love to, I want more than a few hours with you. Next Hogsmeade weekend…don’t go. We’ll go there and finish what we’ve started.”

“But that’s after Christmas!” Hermione almost wailed her frustration. Draco could empathize but he certainly wouldn’t tell her that.

“At this point, it’s the only opportunity. Owl me over Christmas if you think of something else. But don’t sign your name.”

“I’m not that stupid, Malfoy.” She hissed. They both realized that neither could afford the risk of any communication between them being detected.

“Say my name before we leave, Princess.” His eyes stared down into her and their two breaths mingled between them.

“Draco.” It was hushed.

Lips met tenderly, gently. The passion was still there but it was tempered with the knowledge that it would be consumed at a later time. Hermione, taking the initiative, asked for entrance into Draco’s mouth and he was only too happy to give it. Her tongue danced with his, darting and feinting. He held her close to share in her warmth and found himself feeling their two hearts beating in almost near unison. Yes, she would grace his bed and calm this fire burning within him. Then his life could return to normal.

*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***

Keep yourself away
Far away from me
I forever stay
Your perfect enemy

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“Malfoy’s staring over here.” Ron hissed in the library.

“Probably amazed that you knew how to find this place.” Hermione said without looking up from her book.

“Who’s side are you on?” The red-haired young man asked.

“Mine.” Hermione replied simply.

“You sure you belong in Gryffindor?” Harry asked, surprised.

“Look, I’m tired of doing your homework for you and I’m tired of the lack of gratitude and, quite frankly, I’m just tired.” Hermione said angrily but as quietly as possible. She didn’t want Madame Pince to kick her out.

“Ah, looks like Granger is finally kicking the Weasel and Potty Head out of her good graces. There’s hope for her after all.” Draco stood behind Granger’s chair, his hand resting on the back. His fingers quickly weaved in past her wavy brown hair and rubbed her shoulder blades. Hermione bit back a moan.

“Don’t you have a first year to torment, Malfoy?” She asked coolly, without looking back at him.

“And miss this demonstration of Gryffindor loyalty?” His voice dripped with sarcasm and taunting.

“We’re having a private conversation, Malfoy.” Ron snapped.

“Then you shouldn’t be having it in a public place.” Draco replied smoothly, his fingers running along Hermione’s spine. She closed her eyes in pleasure and felt her face flush with warmth. Merlin help her if anyone saw what he was doing to her.

Harry noticed Hermione’s pink-tinged cheeks and thought she was restraining herself from blowing up at Malfoy. He probably would have felt like he’d be avada’d if he had known that Draco’s fingers were stroking the skin at the base of Hermione’s neck and making her want to throw down her books and take Draco right there. Desk or no desk.

“I trust you’re all packed for Christmas break?” Draco asked, false concern oozing from his voice. “Of course, Weasel, you won’t have much to pack, right? I suppose that does make things a bit easier for you at this time of the year.”

“Go hex yourself, Malfoy.” Ron snarled.

“Another time, perhaps, Weasel. For now, I’m off for the break…lots of holiday treats just waiting for me to sample them.” A final stroke along her neck and Draco left the library, leaving the trio to mull over his innuendo-laced parting statement. Hermione hissed inwardly.

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No longer waiting
Remove illusions
No more complaining
Forget confusion

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“I received your owl.” Draco said simply, standing in the doorway. He masked his uncomfortable feelings at being in such unfamiliar surroundings. Something called a car drove past him in the background and he resisted the urge to stare at it.

“I didn’t think you would come so quickly.” Hermione replied, dusting her flour-covered hands on her jeans.

“I said I wanted more than a few hours. By the sounds of it, we have all night now.” Draco stared at the white hand prints on her legs and frowned. “What potion are you making?”

“Potion?” Hermione stared blankly at Draco. Comprehension dawned and she bit back a laugh. “Oh…I’m not making a potion. I’m making cookies.”

“Making cookies?” Draco slowly repeated.

Laughing, Hermione stepped aside and let Draco enter her family’s house.

“Why are you making cookies?” Draco asked as Hermione took his coat and hung it up on a peg. “Shouldn’t your house elf do that?”

“Draco!” Hermione giggled. “This is a muggle house. No house elves allowed. And things are done by hand around here. I’m making white chocolate chip cookies, with loads of brown sugar. Sickeningly sweet and delightfully delicious at the same time.”

Draco leaned in for a kiss and savoured Hermione’s mouth. Merlin but he had missed her. That surprised him.

“Just like you.” He growled against her lips.

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No more confession
Not sentimental
I am now something
Experimental

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“Well?” Hermione questioned. “How was it?”

Draco closed his eyes and sighed.

“Witch, that was amazing! I’ve never had better.”

“Thank you.” The Gryffindor Princess blushed with pride. “I thought I’d try something new and I’m glad to see you liked it.”

“More?” Draco’s eyes begged.

“So soon?” Hermione chuckled.

Draco tugged Hermione up against him.

“What can say? I’m addicted.”

Sighing in mock frustration, Hermione shoved another cookie into Draco’s mouth. He closed his eyes in pleasure as the sweet flavours danced across his tongue. Draco resisted the urge to moan, but every fibre of his being wanted to.

Pale eyes flew open as a new flavour entered his mouth. Hermione kissed him gently as he swallowed the last bit of his cookie. Draco realized that Hermione’s flavour while more earthy than her sweet snack was much more pleasing. His arms snaked around her waist and he leaned back onto the couch where they sat. The young Slytherin was instantly pleased as Hermione willingly followed and lay atop him.

Draco felt Hermione shifting and was shocked to realize that she was straddling him on the couch.

“What are you doing, Princess?” He asked carefully.

“Leverage.” Was her simple response.

Draco’s eyes darkened as he watched Hermione push herself upright and tug her long-sleeved shirt off. A loosely woven piece of material masquerading as a cropped tank-top covered her breasts and Draco found himself willingly leaning upwards to capture a small fleshy pepple between his teeth. Hermione gasped and tightened her grip on Draco’s shoulders, encouraging him to explore her body to his fullest desire.

“Here?” He mumbled questioningly against her.

“Upstairs.” Hermione replied tightly.

Quickly the witch and wizard made their way to Hermione’s bedroom. Draco’s mind swiftly processed the shelves of books and parchment and pictures of her friends and family before returning to focus on Hermione. The two stood facing each other but before Draco could utter a word, Hermione closed the distance between them and began to unbutton his shirt.

Draco found himself smiling at her pace and stilled her hands.

“I said I wanted more than just a few hours, Princess.” He said softly.

“Fine.” Hermione growled. “Fast now, take the edge off…go slow later. I want you…now.”

Draco’s back connected with a wall as Hermione pushed up against him and tugged his shirt off. Bare chested, Draco marveled as their skin connected. Hermione’s shirt had lain on the couch neglected as they ran up the stairs to her room.

*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***

You don’t turn me off
I will never fail
Things I loved before,
Are not for sale

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Quickly tiring of having Hermione in control, after all, Draco had said he would teach her some things…not the other way around, Draco walked forwards slowly. Their lips never parted as he nudged Hermione closer towards her bed. The backs of her calves connected with the soft, downfilled comforter that lay draped across the bed and Hermione fell down upon it.

Leaning down, Draco quickly unsnapped her jeans and tugged them off. He had seen Hermione’s legs before. Merlin, most of Hogwarts had seen them with those short skirts she had recently been sporting, but to see them like this, unclad before him, Draco found himself suddenly parched.

The blond man knelt down on the floor and began to kiss the backs of her calves. Hermione, remembering how it had felt to have Draco’s lips on her legs, lay back on the bed and enjoyed the sensations fluttering through her. She gasped loudly as his mouth kissed behind one knee and his fingers caressed the back of the other, mimicking his lips. Hermione’s hands clenched at the comforter, needing something to hold to as the waves of pleasure lapped at her.

Hermione felt something silky moving at the junction of her thighs and looked down to see that Draco had moved his mouth to the upper part of her legs. The top of his head brushed up against her core’s entrance causing Hermione to gulp loudly.

“Relax.” Draco murmured.

“Easy for you to say.” Hermione muttered in response causing the Slytherin to chuckle against her skin. The feel of his hot breath turned Hermione into mush. Her jelly-like state quickly tensed however, as Draco’s mouth traveled to the apex of her thighs. His lips pursed and he blew on the lacy material covering Hermione’s entrance.

“What are you doing?” She whispered.

Draco looked up and merely smiled at her. It was almost an evil smile, Hermione realized as she realized the ramifications of her acceptance to his offer. She was about to give Draco Malfoy what he wanted. Her. Granted, she was about to gain what she wanted.

((Him…???...I mean, knowledge. I gain knowledge.))

Hermione moaned as Draco leaned in and inhaled her feminine scent.

“You’re wet already, Princess, and I have barely started.” Draco’s tone was filled with awe.

“I thought you were supposed to have that effect on women.” Hermione replied primly, one eye opening to watch him.

“Women who know what this game entails.” Draco explained, gently pulling the lacey covering to one side so that he could see her neatly trimmed pubic hair. “I hardly expected this from…”

“A virgin?” Hermione bit out.

Draco hummed his agreement.

“Not that I’m complaining.” He said softly. “If anything, I’m honoured at your…”

Draco struggled for the right word.

“Willingness.” He managed to say.

“Keep talking and I may lose my cooperative nature.” Hermione growled at him.

Biting back a laugh, Draco licked his lips and dove into taste Hermione. The Gryffindor nearly shot off of her bed at the feeling of his tongue sampling her. He ventured into every fold and crevice, nipping and sucking at her, only to retrace his journey and soothe her with a strong lick. While one hand worked at keeping the lace away and her lips parted, Draco’s other hand found itself on her stomach trying to keep Hermione in place. He could feel her desire to roll and buck her hips. Idly, he wondered if was to make him stop or if she was enjoying him. She had yet to utter any word to make him stop, though, so Draco continued delving into Hermione.

Becoming increasingly tired of fighting the lace, Draco leaned back and began to tug Hermione’s panties off of her. Hermione, ever helpful, arched her hips off of the bed and Draco found himself facing a very unimpeded and very wet female. Throwing the black lace across the room, Draco’s mouth swooped down and began to taste all that Hermione had just offered before him. There was a roaring in his ears, causing Draco to only slightly hear Hermione’s shrieking. His hands clasped either hip and forced her to lie still as his mouth possessed her, taking what she offered and anything she didn’t.

Hermione had a sudden need to kiss Draco and tugged insistently on his hair. Draco looked up and saw the Gryffindor’s request in her dark eyes. Pulling himself away from her core, Draco lay on top of her and pressed his mouth against her own. Hermione had tasted herself before. She was, after all, a young adult with a rather healthy libido but to taste herself in this manner caused her blood to boil. Her flavour mixed with Draco’s essence had Hermione wrapping her arms around the Slytherin as she writhed beneath him in ectasy.

Realizing that his belt was probably causing her some discomfort or soon would, Draco stood up to remove his own trousers. Hermione followed and quickly yanked off her cropped bra-like covering and lay back down. Draco stood, his mouth open. Hermione Granger lay before him naking, willing and thoroughly aroused. A battle raged within him. Slytherin versus Male. The Slytherin screamed that he should leave now, leave her unsatisfied. The Male claimed that there was no need to punish them both and sagely advised that they both wanted this.

“You’re still over-dressed, Malfoy.” Hermione pointed out, a finger indicating that his boxers were the only thing restraining his very aroused member.

“Yes, well, if they come off I won’t be responsible for my actions.” He warned.

“Didn’t I say fast now…slow later?” Hermione reminded Draco.

“You don’t always get what you want, Granger.”

“I want you.”

“Okay, you get that.” He conceded.

“Draco.” She moaned.

Hearing her voice say his name so slowly like that, Draco whipped his boxers off and lay on top of Hermione.

“Are you…sure?” He asked, shocked at himself for even asking. He was stunned that he even cared if she wanted to stop now.

Without saying a word, Hermione wrapped her legs around him and rolled her hips up. Her wetness slid along him. He had his answer. She was more than sure.

Bracing himself on his elbows, Draco was silently amazed at how he aligned himself so perfectly outside of her entrance. Normally, there was some fidgeting from either party to get things to line up accordingly. But for them, the ease and natural way their bodies attuned themselves to each rendered him momentarily immovable.

“Draco?” Hermione looked up at him.

Blinking, Draco looked down and gently kissed her. Before ending the kiss, he thrust quickly into her causing her to gasp at the sensations.

Draco frowned and stopped once he was fully embedded within Hermione’s warmth. He looked down in confusion and then slowly back up at her.

“Uhh…Hermione?” His voice broke off, unsure of how he was to ask such a delicate question.

“Perfectly natural, Draco.” Hermione’s voice was tinged with amusement. “Between exercise and other activities, it’s no surprise that there was nothing there to break, per se.”

Draco blinked at her rather logical and unemotional response.

“But…”

“Disappointed?” Hermione asked. “I am…was…a virgin. There just wasn’t anything there for you…break.”

“I admit I wasn’t looking forward to hurting you.” Draco’s voice was husky.

“Well, you are by not continuing.” Hermione smiled softly and rolled her hips against him. Her small gasp at the sensations of him rubbing within her, reminded Draco of their current position.

“Like I said, I wasn’t looking forward to hurting you. By all means, let’s get back to what we were doing.” Draco slowly pulled out and pushed his way back in. Hermione growled at the friction.

“More.” She breathed out.

“Demanding witch.”

“You…have…no…idea.” Hermione found herself uttering each word with each of Draco’s thrusts. She bit her lip as the feelings of pleasure ripped through her, but still…Hermione felt as if there was something that she was missing…as if something was out there, just beyond her sensual grasp.

“Look at me.” Draco commanded as he tilted himself to rub up against her sensitive clit before he entered her.

Hermione found it almost impossible to open her eyes. She wasn’t sleepy, but it was as if every ounce of her energy was turned inwards, searching for something.

“I want to see you when you cum.” Draco said in a low voice. He leaned to whisper in her ear as he continued to penetrate her core. “I want to hear you cry my name when you cum.”

His words caused a visual overload within Hermione’s brain and she found herself no longer thinking. Feelings, she felt utterly and totally made up of feelings and sensations and emotions and…oh, sweet Merlin…there it was! Hermione could see what she was looking for. It was so close, a little ball of light just outside of her grasp. Suddenly, Hermione felt like a Seeker who almost had the Golden Snitch within her fingers. So…close…so…in…cre…dib…ly…close.

Draco could feel sweat beginning to bead on his forehead and on his back where his shoulder blades met. His hips rocked against Hermione with each thrust and he could begin to feel her inner walls quivering. He knew she was close to her first orgasm and he fought off his own. Draco knew he was losing the battle and began to ram faster and harder into Hermione, urging her on.

Her voice, high with pleasure, called out his name. Never had he heard those two syllables uttered with such joy and delight and he rapidly followed Hermione into that state. Draco blissfully whispered her name as he came inside of her, his warmth filling her and surrounding him.

*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***

Keep yourself away
Far away from me
I forever stay
Your perfect enemy

*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***

Hermione opened her eyes to find Draco lying on top of her. It was a pleasant weight, she realized, and slowly stroked his back.

“Sorry.” He shifted his weight to move off of her. Draco stopped when Hermione’s arms tightened around him.

“Stay.” She said softly. “Please.”

He swallowed. Normally, having done what he had come to do, Draco would quickly clean himself and his partner up, re-dress and leave. His brain processed a new sensation filling him and realized that it could only be labeled as contentment. He was naked, on top of and still in Hermione Granger and he was content. Sighing, Draco nuzzled the side of Hermione’s neck and grinned as wriggled beneath him.

“I’m a bundle of sensitivity.” Hermione remarked out loud but to no one in particular.

“Good.” Draco murmured, nipping at the tender flesh along Hermione’s collar bone. He gasped as he felt Hermione lean up and sink her teeth into his shoulder.

“What was that for?” The Slytherin asked.

“Just saying thank you.” Hermione replied coyly.

“There are other ways for you to do that.” Draco chuckled, realizing that according to Hermione’s owl, her parents would not be returning until the following day and he had all the time he wanted to show her the various ways in which she could thank him.

“We should probably clean up.” Hermione sighed.

“Scourgi…” Draco started. He blinked in surprise when Hermione’s fingers rested on his mouth.

“Muggle world, Draco. Muggle ways.”

He frowned.

“Besides, I want to clean you up in my own fashion.” Hermione pushed Draco off of her and left the bedroom.

“Are you coming?” He heard her call out from down the hall.

“I thought I just did.” Draco muttered, following her. The young man found the Gryffindor in the bathroom and the shower running.

“You. Me. Water.” Hermione grinned.

Draco stared at what Hermione held, too confused to be turned on by what she had just said.

“What in the world is that?” He pointed.

“This?” Hermione asked innocently, holding the object in her hands. “It’s a poof…and I want to use it on you.”

“You want to…poof…me?” Draco asked, utterly confused.

“We use it to wash, Draco. It’s harmless.” Hermione stepped into the shower. “Coming? Or are you too scared, Slytherin?”

Never one to back down, especially from a challenge uttered by a Gryffindor, Draco slowly followed.