How Did This Happen?!

Camping? Naked!

Draco watched as Hermione lay down on the bed of flowers and close her eyes. She looked like Tatiana falling asleep, and he was Oberon, prince of Darkness watching on from the side. She was every inch the fairy queen with her mass of vine-like curls and deep brown eyes.

He stared at her for a second before he stalked away. He couldn't think of anything to explain what happened! He hadn't seen her, he just hadn't seen anything! He grabbed some firewood and put it into the fire.

Hermione sighed and looked over at him. "I think you've got enough firewood in that fire to last a week in the rain! Anyway, I think we should get to Hogwarts tomorrow as long as we don't almost get killed by anything again." She yawned, snuggling down into the orchids.

Draco happily thought to himself, 'Good, it worked, she changed the subject.'

"Well, I'm going to try to get some sleep now since we will have a long day tomorrow."

Hermione went to lay down when she realized that with all the talking she had forgotten to do something about her wet hair and soggy clothes; she'd have a cold by morning if she stayed in them overnight. Hermione climbed out of the tiny tent and walked behind it, hoping for some cover so that Draco wouldn't see her. She began to undress, but she realized she didn't have anything to cover her nakedness with.

She grabbed her wand and whispered, "Accio Draco's robe." Thankfully, it worked and his robe came rushing through the forest and straight to Hermione. She wrapped the too-big robe around her body and shot another rope between her trees before hanging up the wet clothes to hang them for the night so they would (hopefully) be dry by morning.

As she was walking around the tent she saw Draco next to the fire stripped down to his silky black boxers. They were wet still and clung to him like a second skin. He was hanging his wet clothes on a rope suspended between two firewood ground spikes next to the fire; apparently, he had the same idea as Hermione. Draco turned and looked back at Hermione who was just standing there wondering what she should do.

"Don't look so terrified, there's plenty of my robe to go around!"

Hermione smiled slightly as if to show that she wasn't scared of sleeping naked with Draco Malfoy but it didn't really work because she really was quite terrified at the idea.

Draco motioned his hand for her to walk over to him. "Well, come here, I know what we can do." She slowly walked up to him and he reached out to grab the side of the robe.

"What are you doing?" She squeaked and took a step back.

He grinned a little and replied, "I'm going to divide the robe in half so we can both be covered and dry unless you want one of us to get sick and die during the night." Hermione actually felt a little dumb at her response to him but she stepped forward and let him grab the half of the robe that she wasn't using for herself.

Draco pointed his wand and said, "Diffindo." The robe tore apart straight down from where his wand had been pointed.

"Well, I'm going to try to get some sleep now since we will have a long day tomorrow."

Hermione walked back to the tent and cast a protection charm on the campsite before she climbed in and laid back to close her eyes and sleep.

Draco stared at her for a while before he pulled off his boxer shorts and wrapped the robe around himself. He sat by the fire thinking to himself, judging by the stars, he'd been awake for about half the night before he finally dozed off next to the fire, which was still burning high from earlier.

He was thinking about a few things, but his thoughts focused on those pale pink satin and lace knickers and bra blowing in the gentle breeze. But mostly he thought about how he admired Hermione, but he didn't know where it came from. They had always been enemies, and they had hated each other since their first year at Hogwarts. It really makes no sense at all...