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Locked In	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 117470 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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“You have got to be joking,” Hermione moaned. She cautiously crept up beside the tub, heart sinking when it started steaming again.

“Um, maybe if I just sit on the edge and turn my back,” Draco offered. He wanted a hot bath just as badly as she did but the thought of them taking one together was preposterous. He refused to acknowledge his tightening trousers as he sat down and closed his eyes.

“O-Okay.”

Hermione gritted her teeth and quickly shed her underclothes, crying out in shock when all of her clothes including her transfigured sweater disappeared from the room. Draco eyes flew open at the sound and he gasped as well, worrying what would happen if they didn’t reappear soon. They were damn near freezing to death with her fully clothed. They couldn’t survive with just his.

“God, it’s freezing,” Hermione whimpered.

“Then get in the bloody bath, Granger, before you lose your digits to frostbite.”

She cautiously stuck her toe in the water, only to pull back with a yelp and curl into a ball, balancing carefully on her toes.

“Water cold then?” Draco asked warily.

“Y-y-yes,” she managed.

“Well, might as well go for broke,” he said, shedding his clothes as quickly as he could. He was careful NOT to make eye contact.

“W-what are you d-doing Malfoy?”

“Water is only warm if we’re both in it Granger. What do you think?”

“But…but –er- what about, um, you know...”

“Look,” he sighed. “I’m freezing. You’re freezing. You’ve just lost your clothes. I’m betting mine are about to disappear as well. I know your bathroom habits and how crabby you get while on your monthly. You’ve heard me bloody wank for Merlin’s sake. I hardly think a bath will be any more uncomfortable than what we’ve already been forced to endure.”

“But we’re both naked,” she whispered.

“So be it. Now, are you going to get into the damned bath or shall I throw you in?”

“No,” she squeaked. “I’m coming.”

“I might be too,” he muttered under his breath. Despite the cold, he was firming up quickly. There would be no hiding it from her.

They were careful not to look at each other as they climbed into the tub, sighing as the toasty warm water enveloped them. It was an awkward descent into the water. The tub was big enough for both of them to sit in, but they would have to touch. They tried turning their backs, but their legs were cramped up to their chests and their spines collided.

“We’ll have to turn,” Draco said, dread in the pit of his stomach.

“I-uh-okay,” Hermione said. “O-on three.”

They counted down and gingerly turned around, each finding something interesting on the far wall. It was bloody embarrassing, especially when limbs started tangling as they settled again. Knees banged, feet brushed, it was a wholly discomforting experience.

“Gods let’s just get this over with,” Draco growled.

“What?” Hermione squeaked.

“Look Granger, are you a virgin?”

“I beg your pardon!”

“It’s a yes or no answer Granger. Here, I’ll go first. No, I’m not a virgin. Now you.”

“Fine. I have no idea what it has to do with anything but no.”

“Good. Then we have both seen what the opposite sex looks like in practice and not just theory, agreed.”

“Agreed,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Then we should look our fill and maybe this won’t be so bloody awkward and we can get into a more comfortable position.”

“But um, I, um, well, you see-“

“Spit it out Granger.”

“I’m not pretty alright? My body is scarred from the war.”

“Mine is too.”

“But not like mine,” Hermione whispered.

“How so?”

“Your arm doesn’t say mudblood on it.”

Draco flinched, unable to keep his eyes from zeroing in on her left arm. There it was, a puffy pink scar spelling out the word ‘mudblood’. It made his stomach cramp for a moment but he reminded himself that she was alive and they were free. Well, she was.

“I have my own scars,” he said softly and bared the inside of his left arm to her.

Hermione gasped when she saw it. The Dark Mark was faded to a light greyish pink color, a sign that the Dark Lord was really gone. It was the horrible silvery scars crisscrossing it that made her want to cry. It looked like Malfoy had tried to cut it off several times, failing miserably and leaving the skin disfigured.

“Merlin Malfoy, what did you do to yourself?”

“It makes me sick,” he said candidly. “I wanted it gone, but it’s bone deep.”

Tears filled her eyes and she reached for his arm, flinching when he jerked at her touch. She was persistent though, pulling it towards her and tracing all the scars with her fingertips. To know that he had gone that far to try and erase his past somehow made her ache for him. She looked up into his eyes, her breath catching at the raw emotions she saw there. She was compelled to say something.

“You are not defined by a mark Malfoy. You are defined by your actions.”

Draco snorted. “Selfish ones. Hell Granger,” he said, reversing the position and pulling her scarred arm into his hands. “This was caused because I didn’t want to out myself. If I were less of a coward, I would have stopped her before it ever happened.”

“You’d be dead,” Hermione said. “And I would be too.”

Draco cleared his throat uncomfortably and studied her face for a while. “It feels wrong, to be thanked for something I did for my own gain.”

“Harry died for everyone and came back for his own gain. No one thinks less of him because of it.”

“Because he’s the bloody savoir.”

“You’re a savoir too Malfoy. You just haven’t realized it yet.”

Draco couldn’t stand to look in her eyes any longer. The honesty in them burned him, made him want things he had no business wanting. Instead, he found himself mesmerized by her body. The tops of her breasts just skimmed the clear water. He could see several scars that littered her shoulder. One large one bisected her breasts, going below the water and distorting with the ripples. He couldn’t deny it any longer. Scars and all, Granger was absolutely gorgeous. His cock was standing at full attention and he hoped she wouldn’t notice. Gods they needed to get out of here.

Hermione noticed where his eyes were and wanted to cover herself but knew it was futile. She scanned his skin, zeroing in on his muscled chest. A large white scar crossed his upper chest, one she knew he’d gotten from Harry. Her eyes traveled further down the alabaster skin, transfixed by the play of the water against his sparse chest hair. She felt her cheeks heat up. Oh Merlin she was in trouble. Draco Malfoy was a sexy bastard and if she stayed in here with him much longer, she might actually start wanting the blond prick. They had to get out of here.

AN: Is it getting hot in here? I realize this one is kind of slow, but they had to have a 'moment' for the next part to happen. For the record, I LOVE monsters. They're my favorite kind of reviewers. ;). Oh, and I'm a few chapters ahead of you guys so I'll keep up the frequent updates as long as I can. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. They made my throat feel better, honest! Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time...love you guys.
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