Snow Storm - D.M , H.G

3. IOU

When she woke in the morning, the memory of the night before made her grin. She still felt a bit sore from her time with him. It'd been a good time, and now she knew she had someone right inside her dorm who could satisfy her. She wouldn't have to go looking for some dim whit in their class to mess around with next time she felt the need for a good shag. She got out of bed, feeling light on her feet as she went straight for the shower. She put on a red silk robe when she was done, and opened the door to let the steam out as she got herself ready for the day.

Draco vaguely wondered, when morning came, if it'd all been a dream. If it weren't for the ghosts of claw marks on his back, he would have assumed it was a dream. He dressed for school and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth when he spotted her. She was fresh out of the shower, in a sexy little robe that played no part in actually drying her. "Good morning," he greeted her with a coy smile. He made his way over to his own sink and wet his tooth brush before applying his paste.

Hermione heard him greet her from the doorway, but she didn't turn to look at him. "Morning," she said, casually, still looking into the mirror. She was about finished applying her makeup. She didn't use much, just enough to look fresh faced and feminine. She'd already done her hair, applied various creams and conditioner to tame her mane, so when she finished with her makeup she put everything back in her bag, and finally turned to look at him. "Sleep well?" she asked, but not in the playful tone he may have expected after their rendezvous the night before.

"I slept fantastic," Draco answered after spitting. He rinsed his mouth out before continuing. "Of course, a workout like the one from last night usually helps in that area." He liked to work out, but shagging was hands down his favorite physical activity. "I hope you don't mind that I held back a little," he said, knowing full well that she probably didn't know he was holding back. He wasn't exactly gentle, or quick to finish (at least not the second time). "Figured I'd save some of my best moves for next time." He wiggled his eyebrows at her playfully, fully assuming there'd be a next time. Usually when he made a girl make the sounds Granger was making last night, they came crawling back for more.

Hermione's eyebrows shot up in surprise, she had thought he'd given it his all, honestly. She'd never had quite the experience with a man that she'd had the night before. She had to say, she was a bit intrigued to see what he had in store for her next time. "I guess you can't lay all your cards on the table in the first round." she answered, quite looking forward to finding out just exactly what he'd held back. She moved towards the door, brushing past him slightly, not bothering to hold her robe shut as she passed. It only slipped open a little bit, but enough to give him a peek at what he'd already seen the night before.

Draco's eyebrows rose in surprise as she moved past him. He had no idea what kind of PTSD she was going through, but he didn't hate it. Was this the side of Granger that Potter and his weasel friend were treated to? Maybe she was some sort of closet nymphomaniac? He shuddered at the thought of having Weasley's sloppy seconds. Maybe the war had ignited a desire to live life without restraint... Whatever the reason, Draco was going to take full advantage of it for as long as she'd let him. He wondered when the next chance would be? Tonight, after dinner? Friday night cutting it far too close to the Prefects meeting? Maybe he'd catch her in the halls during a free period, and shag her senseless in an alcove. The possibilities were vast, perhaps even endless.

He wiped his mouth on a hand towel and made his way to the kitchen to catch something to eat. He was avoiding the new and improved dining hall. Where four long house tables previously laid, thirty or so round tables of ten were now scattered, allowing the students to mingle without territories. "Unity" was the new mission. Sure, they still had teams, and the House Cup and Quidditch Cup to keep the spirit of competition alive, but otherwise, the students were being encouraged to pursue friendships across house lines. Yesterday Draco hadn't cared for the initiative, today, however, Draco was very much in favor. He would unify with the Gryffindor Head Girl as much as it took. However, he couldn't think of a group of nine people he'd enjoy sharing a meal with, so it was best he just ate on dorm.