One Fine Line

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own these characters…oh the delicious things I could do if I did. Please don’t sue!

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Chapter 5

Draco ripped his shirt from his body and hurled it across the room, causing it to drop to the floor in rumpled heap. He was still furious about the outcome of the situation that took place in Hermione’s room. It was supposed to be him sneering in triumph but instead he found himself pacing in his room, completely at a loss at how she had managed to come out on top.

“How did she do that?!” he grumbled to himself as he ran his fingers through his now dishevelled locks. “She made me look like an utter fool.”

He muttered to himself as he made his way to the bathroom. He needed a bath, not only to help clear his head but to rid him of her scent. Every time he took a breath, he could smell her sweet subtle aroma of vanilla and it would draw him back to the sensations of earlier: the feel of her supple skin beneath his fingers; the way she gasped as he nipped at the sensitive flesh of her neck. Draco groaned as he adjusted himself.

It drove him insane that she had so easily aroused him. He kept telling himself that it must be because of his lack of sexual activity over the summer. House arrest didn’t exactly do much for once social or sex life. That had to be it.

It had to be the only explanation.

He was not attracted to her lot.

…right?

Ridding himself of the rest of his clothes, he adjusted the taps of his bath, making sure to avoid the vanilla scented bubbles. As he slowly eased himself into the steaming tub, a satisfied sigh escaped his lips. Long baths were one of his many dirty little secrets. One advantage of being head boy was that he got his own bathroom. Not that he had really minded the public baths, but it was nice not having to threaten others into silence if they happened upon him while he was indulging in said baths.

He settled onto the seat of the tub. Leaning his head against the warmed tile, he drew in a long breath and let his eyes flutter shut. He needed to contemplate his next move. If he let Granger get away with seeing him loose his cool, she will be walking over him all year. He had to re-establish himself to his former glory. He let his mind wander as his muscles relaxed in the heat of the water.

Click

Draco snapped to attention at the sound of the knob of the door releasing. He didn’t think that he needed to cast locking charms on his own bathroom door, but now he was thinking it might have been a good idea. He eyed his wand on the other side of the bathroom, cursing himself for leaving it so far away from his person. All he could do was ready his body for a quick attack if need be.

His eyes narrowed as his muscles tensed. He watched the door slowly creak open; when the door swung fully open his jaw fell open in shock. There was Hermione, standing in his doorway-completely stark naked.

“Granger, what in the bloody hell are you doing! Get the hell out of here!” he screeched.

“That’s hardly an acceptable way to greet a naked woman in your bathroom…tsk tsk,” she sauntered towards the tub, hips swaying provocatively with each step.

As much as he tried, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. The way her muscles tensed and relaxed with the graceful movement of her body, her tawny curls cascading over her shoulders, her skin glistening from the moisture of the steamy air; it was enough to kill a man. Draco was beginning to wonder if the lump in his throat was going to choke him, as it was growing larger by the second. He quickly scrambled to the other end of the spacious tub. He had to put a stop to this, and now, otherwise he couldn’t be held responsible for his actions.

He hesitated. “You…you shouldn’t be in here, Granger. Leave before you regret staying. I’m willing to forget this if you turn back now.” He pressed his back further against the tiled wall of the tub.

She wasn’t wavering.

“Think about what your precious friends Potter and Weasley would think. They certainly wouldn’t approve of you naked in my bathroom.”

“Why would I care what they think,” she slid into the bath, letting a seductive moan escape as her skin hit the heat of the water. The corners of her lips twitched in dejected amusement, “I’m not even female in their eyes; I’m a textbook with legs.”

Leisurely gliding through the water, she came to rest in front of him. Her fingers brushed over his knees, teasing his already sensitive skin.

“Besides…isn’t this what you want.”

Yes…

“No!” His voice wavered unconvincingly, “Why would I want anything to do with a mudblood.”

“Well, you certainly seemed to be singing a different tune back in my chambers…” Her fingers slid further up his thigh, dangerously close to his growing arousal.

“I was just trying to get you back for ratting me out to McGonagall and earning me an hour lecture from that horrible woman.” His eyes narrowed, “If you are trying to use my own tactics against me, you might as well not; it won’t work.”

“Is that so? Seems to me that everything is working just fine…” her fingers wrapped around him, causing him to harden fully. “Am I wrong?”

He shuddered at the sensation of her fingers gripping him. An involuntary moan escaped his lips as she gave him a gentle squeeze. His mind was screaming for him to toss her out of the bathroom, though, now, it seemed that his body was overruling his brain.

She watched the tremble of pleasure and smiled victoriously, “That’s what I thought.” She slowly stroked him as she maneuvered herself closer, nudging his knees apart slightly.

His breath hitched in his throat as she continued stroking him. If she kept on like this, it would completely undo him. He may not like the witch, but he was finding it harder and harder to resist her, mudblood or not.

His eyes, clouded with mounting desire, met hers. He was surprised to see that hers had deepened into a dark smoulder. He couldn’t help but be taken aback. Since when did the bookworm become a vixen?

“I had no idea that you were such a tease, Granger.”

“It’s amazing how people tend to ignore a person when they think her to be a prudish bore,” she pressed herself closer, bringing her lips to his, “Care to discover the other side to this filthy little mudblood.” She watched him through her eyelashes as she ran her tongue over his bottom lip.

He felt all sense leave him as she drew his lip into her mouth. He hummed approvingly before pulling back, “I daresay you’re propositioning me…”

“I daresay you’re accepting…”

Without another word, he reached out and jerked her to him. Her eager moaned was muffled as he captured her mouth in a punishing kiss. Quickly, he spun her, pressing her back against the tile of the tub wall. His hand shot into her hair, tugging roughly at the damp curls. She opened her mouth fervently, challenging him to take more of her. His mind quickly became foggy with need as her tongue duelled with his. He had no idea what had gotten into her, but far be it for him to turn away a willing female.

He moaned into her mouth when her hands began to explore his body. Her fingers drifted over the sides of his waist, nails dragging roughly over his muscles of his stomach as she made her way over his chest and up to his shoulders where she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer against her body.

As he brushed his lips against her neck, leaving harsh bite marks on her flushed skin, he pulled her legs up, forcing her to wrap them around his waist. A smile crept across his face as her body quivered from the new contact. He was painfully aware that he was becoming increasingly aroused. He felt himself slipping further from sanity when she snaked a hand between them, her palm grazing up his shaft and over the swollen head of his member.

With reluctance, he grabbed her wrist, drawing her hand away from him.

“If you keep that up, this isn’t going to last much longer…and that would be a tragedy,” he rasped

She removed her wrist from his grasp and leaned her arms back against the edge of the tub, an action that brought her breasts into full view.

“Well then, by all means Mr. Malfoy, you take the lead…”

His eye brows raised with surprised, “I swear, woman, I don’t know what’s come over you, but I daresay I like it.”

He pressed a hand to the small of her back, closing the space between them. Usually, he would put more effort into foreplay, but he was becoming so aroused that waiting wasn’t an option. With his free hand, he cupped her, groaning approvingly as his fingers slid through her folds. She was already more than ready for him. His brought his face to hers once more, dropping a kiss on her lips as his eyes silently demanded approval.

She drew her lower lip into her mouth, stifling an insistent moan as she ground herself against his hand, begging for more contact. When his thumb brushed over her nub, her head fell back and she bucked her hips, urging him to continue. She groaned disapprovingly when his hand left her.

“Why…” her head shot up as she started to protest.

“Shut up, Granger.” He growled as he positioned himself at her opening. Bringing a damp hand to her face, he brushed her swollen mouth with his thumb, grinning as she bit him lightly.

He pressed his head inside her, nearly losing himself as her tight heat began to envelope him.

“Are you…” He wavered slightly. Her forwardness had caused him to forget that this was Granger and there is a very good possibility that she could still be a virgin.

“It doesn’t matter. For the love of Merlin, just do it!” She gritted her teeth and began to force herself further down his shaft.

That was good enough for him.

Grasping her shoulders, he drove into her fully, groaning at the tightness that gripped him.

He watched with a heated gaze as her head fall back with a strangled cry, her hands grabbing at the tile lip of the tub.

“Good lord…” he ground out. She felt too damn good. He was afraid to move lest he end it all right there.

As he slowly began to pull back, he stopped suddenly.

Something was wrong.

His hand shot to his throat as he felt his airway close.

Why couldn’t he breathe?

His eyes clenched shut as his lungs tightened without the needed oxygen. The only sound that escaped his lips was a strangled cough as he attempted to suck in anything.

When he felt water rush down his throat, his eyes shot open.

He was underwater.

His arms flailed violently as rushed to the surface. When his head finally broke the water, he sputtered as he laboured for breath. Hoarse coughs racked him as he expelled the water from his lungs.

“What in the…” he wheezed. Brushing his wet locks away, his eyes feverishly flashed around the bathroom.

He was alone.

The straining coughs began to subside and his mind finally returned to him.

A dream. It was all a bloody dream! The water must have relaxed him too much and he\'d fallen asleep. That would explain why he awoke underwater.

He was completely at a loss, and completely grateful that his bath water was cold.