If This Were A Normal Day...

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Chapter 6
Eye Candy


It was just like in his dream. She laid there, running her hands over her own skin, moaning softly at the feeling of her own fingers.

He was dazed by how beautiful she was. I mean, he had seen her before the night he dressed her (as well as earlier in his dreams), but none of the compared to what was laid out before him.

He couldn’t help it. He closed his eyes and slipped a hand down into his pants.

“If someone told me a week ago that I’d be jerking off to Granger bathing, I would have laughed in there face.” he thought, smiling to inwardly.

She took her loofah and began to was one of her long, slender legs. Candle light shimmered off the tiny water droplets that trailed down it. The steam filling the room on helped to enhance the dream-like quality the situation had.

He stroked his hand up and down himself, imagining those beautiful legs wrapped around his waist...or better yet, his neck.

He tried his best to suppress his groaning, but in the heat of the moment, a soft grunt escaped his lips.

Just like in his dream, Hermione’s eyes opened. He almost waited for her to rise up and look at him with that deep look of desire.

But she didn’t. In fact, she looked quite angry.

The reality of the situation set in.

“Shit.” he thought.

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“PERVERT!” Hermione raged. She began chunking random bottles of bath products at him with one hand while concealing herself as best as she could with the other.

She couldn’t believe it! There he stood with a disgusting, horny grin on his face.

She watched him back up, dodging flying bottles of shampoo and slam the door.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she could hear him calling through the wall.

“Yes, you should be sorry!” she screamed. “What the hell is your problem?!”

Hermione was shaking with rage.

She was literally dumbfounded. The nerve! And at first, when she looked at him, he didn’t even flinch.

This was too much. She desperately needed another female to confide in. It was time to swallow her pride. She needed Ginny.

She dried off and dressed and waited patiently for Draco to exit the common room before heading out herself.

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Draco gave himself a good mental slap in the face.

What, exactly, was his problem? That was the million dollar question.

What had made him think it was ok to stand there in the door way and wank while a girl bathed?

Oh and not just any girl. It had to be a girl who loathed his very existence up until recently. “Well, I’ve shot that all to hell, haven’t I?” he thought. “She’ll never speak to me again. Let alone want to date me.”

“Oh, since when do you want to date her?” a tiny voice from the back of his head asked.

He shook his thoughts away and headed out the common room door. He was already late for practice and Blaise was going to be furious.

What was he going to say?

“Oi, sorry I’m late, got caught up wanking off in front of Granger.”

Oh yea, that would go over reeeeally well.

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Hermione entered Gryffindor Tower. She immediately saw Harry and Ron seated at the window playing a game of Wizard’s chess.

They looked up and smiled at her.

“Care to join us?” Ron asked.

“Umm...no actually, I’m here to see Ginny. Is she around?” Hermione asked.

“Yes, shes up in the girl’s dorm.” Harry answered her.

“Thanks” Hermione smiled at them before heading up the stairs. She pecked softly on the door.

Ginny opened it up and smiled broadly before pulling Hermione in for a hug.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!” She cried. “You never come and see me anymore!” She gave Hermione a playful pinch on the arm.

“Yea, well, um, I’ve just been...I don’t know, a little busy.” she answered, looking at the floor. “But I have a giant problem and I could really do with some girl talk. Are you busy?”

No! Not at all!” Ginny smiled. “Come on in!”

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Draco made his way back from the Quidditch pitch muddy and exhausted. He had played hard and caught the snitch, but not quite as quickly as he would have liked to. He just couldn’t push tonight’s drama out of his mind.

When he entered the common room, he took note of Hermione’s absence.

“Oh Merlin,” he thought. “She\'s probably off telling Potty and Weasleby all about my little...um...mishap.”

He did know one thing for sure. The bathroom was free. :o)

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Ginny was in hysterics. Both girls had curled up on Ginny’s bed in the empty dorm room and Hermione poured the whole story out to her from the beginning, holding back just the Astronomy Tower bit.

They were going through the story thoroughly, for the third time.

“Ok ok ok” Ginny said between snorts. “I’m just trying to get a good mental picture of this. You’re just minding your own business, bathing, turn around, and there\'s Malfoy with his dick in his hand?!?!?”

“Yep, that about covers it.” Hermione replied. She was glad someone was greatly amused by this because she, in fact, was not.

“And did you see it??” Ginny prodded, wide eyed.

“No, he had his hand in his pants and I wasn’t exactly looking for it! Geez, Gin, do we have to go through this again?”

Ginny waved off her friend‘s comment.

“Tell me again, tell me again, and then,” Ginny cried “What did you do?”

“I screamed and threw shampoo at him.” Hermione stated

She burst into another fit of laughter.

“Oh Merlin!” Ginny said, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Did you really??! Oh Merlin, we have to tell Harry and Ron! This is some serious blackmail material!” Ginny tried hard to catch her breath.

“No no!” cried Hermione. “You can’t tell a soul! That’s really wrong and it would probably hurt him very badly.”

Ginny stopped laughing and cocked her head to the side.

“Since when do you care?” she asked, raising one eyebrow.

That was a good question.

“I really don’t know.” Hermione answered truthfully.

Ginny leaned back on her pillow and thought for a second.

“Well,” she began. “Malfoy’s not bad looking and I don’t know it was kind of...a compliment maybe?”

Hermione looked shocked.

“I was just violated!” she shrieked.

“Oh come off it” Ginny laughed. “You’re telling me that you don’t feel even the least bit flattered? I mean, he\'s gorgeous! Those arms! That chest! OoooOoooh, those abs! and obviously doesn’t think you’re too bad yourself.”

She had never thought about it that way. She shook her head, hoping to clear her thoughts. She fell backwards onto Ginny’s bed.

“What am I going to do?” she muttered.

“Well,” Ginny responded. “I think you need to set him down and have a good long talk with him. Something’s obviously different with him. Give him a chance, who knows? You know what they say, there\'s a thin line between love and hate.”

Hermione couldn’t deny that. She felt very hypocritical screaming at Draco when she herself was laying in the tub thinking about him.

Maybe they did need to talk.

“The thing is Gin, how am I ever going to face him again without blushing?”

Ginny burst into a fit of giggles again,

“I don’t know, just pretend he\'s in his underwear!” she howled.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Thanks for all your help!” she said sarcastically. “I think I’m going to head back to the common room.”

“Alright,” Ginny said.

Hermione got up and headed for the door.

Oh hey, Hermione,” Ginny called after her. She turned to face her friend. “Please, come by more often. I miss you so much and it feels like you’ve been really distant lately.”

Hermione gave her friend a small smile and answered “I think I’ll do that.”

She headed back down into Gryffindor Tower and gave Ron and Harry a small wave goodbye. When she reached the portrait hole she turned around. Ginny was standing behind Harry with one arm wrapped around his neck, her head on his shoulder, cheering him on.

Surprisingly, this didn’t bother her in the least.

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Draco stepped out of the shower and dried his hair with a towel. The warm cool water on his face washing away the dirt from the Pitch had made him feel quite a bit better, but he still didn’t know what he was going to say to Hermione. How was he ever going to look her in the face again?

“Shit.” he thought as he looked around. “I didn’t bring my clothes with me.”

He considered for a moment slipping his Quidditch robes back on, but the mud oozing from beneath them shot that idea down quickly.

“Grangers not here,” he thought. “I can make it to my room in my towel.”

He tucked the fluffy yellow towel around his waist before exiting the bathroom.

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Hermione had been trying to plan out what to say to Draco all the way back from Gryffindor Tower. Everything just came out sounding dumber and dumber. Ginny had really helped ease her mind tonight though. She had forgotten why she loved her so much and was sad that there was ever a moment that she doubted it.

She entered their common room and was just about to head for bed when she ran into Draco.

He looked slightly surprised for a moment, but then stopped and simply looked at her. He was bare chested, wearing nothing but a towel. Water droplets dripped down from his hair rolled down his shoulders.

“Umm...I...” Hermione began. It seemed her brain wouldn’t function. She was completely mesmerized. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to run her hands down that strong chest while feeling those soft lips on her again.

“You ’um’ what?” Draco questioned, not moving.

“I...I.....” she couldn’t form a sentence. Her mouth was bobbing open and closed like fish.

She didn’t notice she was getting closer to him...until she was right up against him.

A/N: Hey! lol I know, I’m really making good use of that “M” rating, huh?
Bloody Kisses,
Sarah