Dramione One-Shots (Collection)

The Shower Challenge

Written by CourtingInsanity

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17403785

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Hermione vaguely registered the sound of the front door opening and then shutting, and the jingling of keys as they were set on the hall table. Steady footsteps made their way towards her, but she did not turn from her position on the lounge to greet her husband. He stood in front of her, his shoe thudding to an obvious stop, but Hermione only bit down on her lower lip and turned the page of her novel.

"Hello, wife." His soft drawl sent shivers up her spine, but she was determined to finish this scene.

Hermione raised a hand, holding up her forefinger to signal that he should wait. Draco sighed above her, but did as she bade and turned on his heel. As his steps retreated, Hermione smirked and once again lost herself in the erotica unfolding on the page.

At the end of the chapter, she settled the bookmark between the pages and then placed the novel on the coffee table. She stood, stretched, and then cocked her head to the side; the sound of water running was coming from the master suite.

She smiled to herself, the familiar ache between her thighs intensifying as she walked towards the noise.

"Hello, husband," she greeted him as she reached the bathroom.

A soft chuckle came from the other side of the shower screen. "So you've managed to remove your nose from that book."

Hermione rolled her eyes as she tugged her shirt over her head. "It's one of those romance ones Pansy insisted I try."

"Oh?"

"Mmm," Hermione hummed as she stepped out of her pants. "There's no real plot, and the sex scenes are somewhat unrealistic—" she threw back the shower curtain and stepped into the spray, admiring the way her husband's back flexed as he rinsed his hair.

"Unrealistic?" He arched an eyebrow as he turned to face her, bringing his hands up to rest on her hips.

Hermione reached for her shower gel and the loofa. "Yes," she said as she began to lather her skin with rose-smelling bubbles. "It's sexy, don't get me wrong...it's just that it wouldn't work in real life."

"Please explain." Draco took the loofa from her and indicated that she should turn around.

Hermione did so, her eyes fluttering shut as he began to work the loofa in smooth circles between her shoulder blades. "Well, in the scene I was reading when you came in—" she inhaled on a soft gasp as Draco dragged the loofa over the top of her arse "—they were having sex in the shower."

Draco scoffed and the loofa was lifted from her skin. "I don't know if you've noticed," he murmured into her ear, his hands now sliding up her sides, "but we have proven that scenario to be realistic many, many times." He bit down on the junction between her neck and shoulder as his hands reached her breasts.

Hermione moaned and leaned back into him. "I don't mean like this." She bit her lower lip as he pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger and tugged slightly. "I mean—" she groaned and reflexively pushed back as his erection pressed between her arse "—that it's not plausible to do it against the shower wall..."

Draco hummed into her neck, licking at the water droplets as they cascaded over her skin. "And why not?"

"Because it's dangerous; they're Muggle stories," she breathed, tilting her head to the left to give him better access. "Having sex against a wall is damn near impossible without magic, and the added danger of water and slippery tiles—"