Break for me

Seduction

The 'just showered' look complete with damp, messy hair and his glasses back in place did absolutely nothing for him. The white T-shirt he wore post-shower didn't show off his lean physique and didn't cling to him in all of the right places.

   The grey comfy joggers he wore as sleep attire that now settled low on his hips were not distracting at all. And they most definitely did not outline the details of him that she couldn't avoid glancing at... he was not giving her small heart palpitations.

   Nope ... he wasn't mouth-watering in the slightest.

   The worst thing about it all was the fact that she was completely within her right mind. Her lust had been sated for now and she was casually sat back against the headboard of the bed, still in her over-sized T-shirt with her bottom half covered by the quilt cover. Her hair back in a scruffy bun as she viewed the files that Draco had left on his side of the bed.

   Draco has taken an unusually long time in the shower. At first she wondered if men stayed under the spray just to have imaginary arguments and conversations with themselves. Then she thought idly that he was Draco Malfoy...he probably preens himself in the shower for hours every night.

   And then the bathroom door had opened, the smell of peppermint and vanilla hit her senses and there he stood with just a long, thick white towel covering his lower half as he sauntered out of the bathroom.

   Droplets of water were still clinging to his shoulders and settling along his collarbone.

   Hermione's mouth went dry and her concentration went to shit, because the image of him walking across the carpeted floor and towards his overnight bag had her insides tensing when she saw the muscles tightening in his back as he leaned down to look into the bag.

   He said something. She didn't hear him over the blood rushing to her ears. He turned his head to look in her direction.

   He caught her ogling his masculinity.

   Shit... say something.

   She cleared her throat and forced her eyes down to the file on her lap. "You shower like a woman," she sniffed casually. "You took ages."

   He made a small sound, still looking over at her curiously. She looked up and met his eyes again.

   "Just needed a little personal time..." he told her quietly with a clench of his jaw as his eyes gave her a pointed look. "Work out the frustration..."

   Shit ... Draco Malfoy being unashamed of the fact that he had just brought himself off in the shower had her thighs squeezing together at the thought.

   Her subtle movement beneath the covers did not go unnoticed as his eyes darted to the outline of her thighs, darkening as they did.

   "Steady on Granger," he practically growled from the other side of the room.

   "Or you'll have us both gunning for round three..." there was a wicked glint in his eye. "And I haven't Occluded nearly enough to be able to resist you if you did decide to pounce..."

   She wanted to say something sarcastic as he started to dress himself. She wanted to retort and show him that he couldn't affect her in the way he was trying to as he threw on that T-shirt that did not cling to his biceps.

   But the words she wanted to say had failed her as he pulled on those jogging bottoms and then drew the towel away from himself.

   All she could think about was the fact that Malfoy had gotten himself off on the other side of the bathroom door to her. She was almost disappointed that she didn't hear him... she really wanted to know what he sounded like...