Academic Affairs | Draco Malfoy Love Story

Lesson 10: Everyone Needs Someone

"Was the water too cold or too hot? Your cheeks are red."

"So are yours." He let go of her shirt before standing up and glancing at the mirror to see his pale hair back to its light-colored shade. Even wet it was almost glacially white. "I take it back."

Hermione pushed a few wet strands away from her face, "Take what back?"

"You aren't the type to wear granny knickers after all." He smirked at her before heading towards the adjacent room, "And I'm taking back the older Weasel's box of mischief. Rule number one established. No asking for help, you cheating little otter."

She didn't even register the last part because she was still confused on how he was sure about her knickers. It wasn't until she heard the other door slam signaling his departure and she stood up to look in the mirror, that she realized what he was talking about.

Hermione typically always wore a white dress shirt. Introduced to water, that white dress shirt was now plastered against her skin and see through. Which gave Malfoy the perfect view of the beige lace brassiere she was wearing and the swells of her breasts.

A scowl plastered across her lips as she registered her cheeks that were already flushed from washing his hair. The water hadn't been too hot or too cold-she'd felt it. The noises he made were because it felt good to him. She had the unpleasant knowledge that he was sensitive behind his ears.

Clearing her throat, Hermione splashed cold water onto her face before staring at herself back in the mirror. Rule number two established. Don't lust over the enemy.

Lesson 10: Everyone Needs Someone

Leek tilted his head curiously, "Master, what should Leek do with the box from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes?"

Draco looked up from his perfectly seared scallops and perfectly prepared Brussel sprouts salad with a hint of dismay, "Throw it in the rubbish, please. If you find anything you like in there, feel free to keep it."

His ears bounced as he nodded and bowed before disappearing.

His mother's fork placed down on the table with a soft clang. "Alright. What are you upset about?" Confused, he looked to where his mother sat. Her eyebrows raised in with her no bullshit expression on. When he didn't say anything, she persisted. "Draco, dear, you've hardly eaten your supper and I heard from your Aunt that you showed up to work with green hair. Though it looks as if you've taken a shower to get rid of it."

"You're in contact with Aunt Andromeda?"

"Trying to make amends." His mother's eyebrows scrunched together now, worried. "Or maybe amends isn't the correct word. Whatever it is, we meet weekly for tea now. We were close growing up, but when she left the family, your Aunt Bella forbade me from reaching out to her. And then Lucius forbade me. To be quite honest, I'm done now with people telling me what I can or cannot do." She waved a dismissive hand, "I'm getting off on a tangent. Let's first go over the green hair."

"Granger. She put color changing dye in my shampoo." He informed her wryly, "Of course I made her give me the color remover before supper. You'd think I washed my hair with troll bogeys with how green it was."

Despite the hilarity of the situation, his mother sent him a brief scolding look. "Don't talk of bogeys at the table. It's rude." But then her lips curved slightly, "Clever girl, going after your hair. Does she know how much care you put into it?"