The Most Dangerous Thing a Slytherin Could Do

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Wooh! I'm onna roll! I'm trying the best I can to keep you guys entertained. (and hopefully for a review.) well here's chaper 3!
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Chapter 3- Stuck in the Snake Glare.

He stood there in awe, feet cemented to the marble flooring. 'How the hell did I not see her in here? Hasn't she learn to lock a bloody door yet. Most brillant witch of our age my arse!' He sneered at the Gryffindor Princess as she seemed to be in her own world. Her eyes were closed, body completely relaxed, completely unguarded. Draco smirked and took quiet steps over to the side of the tub then quietly snuck behind her. The bubbles of the bath seemed to give her privacy from the prying eyes of the Slytherin Prince. Crouching down to ear level, he spoked deep and low into her ear.

"Enjoying your self there Granger? Don't bathe often I suppose?" Hermione jolted up and spun around to see Draco standing mere inches away, only in a pair of boxers. Doing her best to cover herself up from his sight she moved towards the other end of the tub.

"Malfoy! What the hell are you doing in here! Can't you see I'm trying to take a nice RELAXING bath without a slimmy git like you to ruin it for me!?" she protested as she looked around for a towel to cover her body from his gaze. Draco smirked at her modesty. 'Such a prude. Gryffindor Virgin Princess.'

"Whats the matter Granger?" He moved with hunter like movements, out for his prey.

"The problem is that your in here, while I'm naked! Get the hell out!" she srunched into the marble tub as much as she could. He was dangerous. She knew that, and she wanted to be as far away from his as possible.

"Tsk, tsk Granger. Thats no way to talk to a superior such as myself."

"Please. Are you serious? You are not my superior Malfoy. You are the grime under my mary janes." Hermione said, finding confindence in her words. Why should she let this git intimidate her? She was better than him, in everything. "As far as I'm concerned. I'm better than you. Who has the higher marks? Better at casting spells and charms? I do believe that person is me." she smirked. 'Take that you ruddy arse.'

"Ha! Don't make me laugh. In a dule you wouldn't last. I'm much faster and have a sharper mind than you do you filthy wench." Standing up in outrage, completely forgetting for the fact she was as naked as the day she was born, she retailitated at the Slytherin.

"You listen here Malfoy! I am..." But he wasn't listening. He was staring at the water dropplets that raced down from her chin, down the side of her neck, curving around her large breasts, trickling down her flat stomach before he stopped him self. He could handle the brute beatings his father gave him as a child. He could handle the training of dark magic from the Dark Lord before he could be accepted as a Death Eater. Slytherins could handle any danger, any obsticle, but the most dangerous thing he could do, was finish watching as to where that water dropplet stop. Hermione had grown out of her child figure, and grown into this slender figure she stood before him now. Her face had turned pink from her ranting, curls falling out of her bun, chest heavy from the intense lecture that he was suppose to be ingaged in, and tone stomach that flared out from her hips. 'Wow, Granger, how the bloody hell do you keep all of this hidden under those robes?'Draco thought. He felt blood racing from his head to is cock, starting to strain againts the soft silf fabric that were his boxers.

"Malfoy. Malfoy!" she snapped her fingers. Really, if he was gonna argue, couldn't he participate? Jolting from his stuppour he looked at her in confusion.

"What do you want Granger?"

"Weren't you listening? Get out!" she ranted.

"Well, I would love to, but I'm just fine where I am." Hermione stood stunned.

'Did he just say what I think he just said?' Looking down, she remembered that she was naked, and standing infront of the devil himself. "Get out!" she yelled as she sunk back into the cooling bath. Laughing, he reluctantly moved from his spot, and headed towards the door.

"This isn't over yet. Oh, learn how to lock a door, hm Granger?"

"Learn to fucking knock you arrogant ass!"

"Oh, language Granger. Spending too much time with Pot Head's slag."

"Don't you dare call Harry or Ginny that you snake!"

"Stop looking at it Granger. As much as I love the attention of a female, I still don't want a Muggleborn like you looking at my goods." he grinned. He loved theses banters with her. She was so easy to anger. 'And she looks damn hot too.' Wow, he really did need to fing a whore to fuck. 'Maybe that sixth year from Ravenclaw' "Well Granger, I got me some tail to find. Try not to muddy the place up after you leave." Closing the door behind him, he pressed his back against the door. He sighed heavily and looked down, finding a tent starting to form in his boxers. 'Fucking fuckable Granger.'

'Dumb git, coming in here staring at me while I'm stark naked. No regaurd for personal privacy.' Hermione slid down under the water to wash away the tension. 'I'm gonna need to put land mines out infront of the door to take a damn bath without him bothering me. Damn.'


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