Little story I wrote. Bit of fluff, bit of solo, bit of humor. Hope you like it. By the way, I'm still working on the third part of the Rebel Girl series, so don't think I've given up on it.

I don't own Harry Potter, Rated M for sex

Hermione moved her legs so that they were either side of the faucet, and scooted forward in the bathtub so that her core was directly under where the water would fall. She was about to have an orgasm if it was the last thing she ever did, dammit! After living in the woods for months, breaking into the ministry of magic and Gringotts, being tortured by Bellatrix Lastrange, fighting in the battle at Hogwarts and so many other difficult things she'd done in her life, an orgasm shouldn't be too difficult. Right? Right. But she was still nervous, which was stupid. Hermione had strategized this, as she does everything. She had planned for a time where Draco would be in class during her free period and she would have the Heads' shared dorm bathroom to herself undisturbed. She had done some research on the female orgasm, learned all of the parts and functions of the female anatomy, and even found a muggle woman's magazine. The muggle magazine was where she had learned about the bathtub spigot method, and it seemed like a fair route.

Her lack of orgasms wasn't for a lack of trying, though. Hermione was pretty sure she had gotten carpal tunnel in her hands by trying to rub off so many times, and always making it just to the cliff and never quite over. Losing her virginity to Ron wasn't a horrible experience, but it just wasn't exactly what she had expected it to be. After the moments of discomfort, it had been nice but it was all over before any fireworks went off. They had gone at it a few more times, before she headed back to Hogwarts and the mutual decision was to take a break from the relationship.

She stared hard at the knobs that read 'hot' and 'cold,' and reminded herself that there was nothing wrong with the fact she couldn't get herself off with just her hands. She needed a little assistance is all. She shook her mind off the thoughts that if this didn't work out she would be one of those women who just couldn't orgasm. No. She could do this. After a deep breath and erasing the lingering worried thoughts from her brain, she twisted the knob for 'hot' and watered poured down onto her.

The sensation of water beating down caused a small shake in surprise throughout her body. Cold water started to warm up and her body relaxed as water pounded softly on her pussy. After a moment, she twisted the knob more, and water pelted on her. Her hips started to gyrate on their own accord, and she twisted her eyes shut. She reached up to turn the knob more, only to realize the hot was turned all the way. Shaky hands turned on the cold water all the way. With the cold water pouring out, it came out twice as hard, like a strong hose. Hermione yelped at the ice-cold water overpowering the hot and chilling her body.

If Hermione wasn't so preoccupied, she might have noticed the sound of Draco entering the dorm. After years of suppressed feelings of attraction towards Hermione, dorming with her wasn't the experience he had wished for. After the first month of constant arguing they called a truce and the dust settled. Draco had been planning for the exact moment where he would make his "move" and finally shag the woman he's had a crush on since third year, but something had always kept him from it. It was never the right time, or he lost his courage at the last moment. Nonetheless, they had managed to create a playful relationship that Draco warmly accepted.

His class was canceled because Slughorn was sick, and as he put his bag down on the couch, he heard a small female yelp coming from the bathroom. It sounded like one of surprise or pain. She probably just cut herself while shaving or something and isn't seriously injured. He would go and help if she made more noises. Don't worry Draco, she's probably not in a lot pain or anything and it's weird that you'd jump to those conclusions. Draco breathed, but continued to panic that there was someone in the bathroom that had just stabbed Hermione or something and now she was dying and he would have to live with the guilt of being responsible for Hermione Granger. Then he would never shag her. He made the quick decision to go and save her from the murderer that was definitely in the bathroom. After quick steps, he paused outside the door when he heard a different kind of noise.

His cock twitched as he heard the kind of sounds that echoed through the cracked door to the bathroom. She was moaning fantastically, and was on the brink of a fantastic orgasm, he could tell. It was obvious that he had a few options to consider before moving forward, like he could leave her to her orgasm and then not risk the possibility of offending Hermione and embarrassing himself. Or he could open the door and watch and then run to his bedroom if she saw him and make up excuses that it was an accident. Or he could open the door and use this as an opportunity to make his "move." After another moan he decided that seeing Hermione in whatever state she was currently in was worth his own rejection and humiliation. He could handle being a peeping tom, he'd been worse.

Upon opening the door, Draco's eyes grew wide as he took in this sight: Hermione lying in the bathtub with her eyes twisted shut, hips gyrating, hands holding her breasts, and nearly screaming in pleasure. He couldn't look away if he had wanted to, the sight was memorizing. All of the blood in his body seemed to go to his prick.

Hermione's hips moved faster, on their own accord, as she gave out loud breathy moans. This was closer than she had ever gotten with Ron or alone, but for some reason the only person she could think of was the blonde haired arsehole that she lived with. A vision of him fucking her was all it took for her body to start fantastically shaking all over. She was yelling nonsense, words that poured out of her in breathy and high-pitched moans. Her mouth was nearly smiling, because this is what everyone had been talking about. This was an orgasm. She was cumming, and it was amazing.

Draco shook his head because he swore he heard her just yell his name. And there it was again. That was definitely his name. Wait, what was he doing? He should be fucking her, right now. Without further consideration, he crossed the bathroom to where Hermione was and got in the bathtub on top of her. He crashed his lips onto hers and moved her legs so that he could grind into her center.

In the same moment that she realized Draco Malfoy was watching her with her first orgasm, he was on top of her, in the bathtub with his clothes on and the water still running. He was kissing her roughly, which she responded to without a thought as he kneaded her breasts and grinded his hard on into her more.

After hitting his elbows against the tub several times, Draco decided that this tub was not the right place to fuck Hermione Granger. He grabbed under her legs and tried stand up and carry her, but the shoes he was still wearing were now wet and slippery. He did manage to stand for half a second, but then his foot fell from under him, and he fell and dropped her on the tub.

She screamed when her head hit the side of the tub and grunted when Draco fell on her awkwardly. He reacted immediately, by getting out of the tub with his hands covering his mouth in shock, and then fell again thanks to the slick shoes he was still wearing.

"Bloody hell, I am so, so, so sorry" he was mumbling loudly through the second fall. He kicked off the shoes and then stood up to make more apologies. Nearly in tears, his anxious stream of consciousness poured out of him in a petrified, nearly shouting voice.

"Are you hurt?! I am so sorry I dropped you, and that I was watching you masturbate, and then jumped you without your permission, and I just really, really like you, and want to have sex with you, and this tub was too small for that and I kept hitting my elbows on the side of the tub, and I am so sorry-"

"DRACO SHUT UP." Hermione yelled interrupting him and sitting up in the bathtub, as she rubbed the back of her head.

He was silent.

"You like me and want to have sex with me?" She asked, loudly, clarifying for herself.

"Was that not obvious?" He answered, still sort of shouting for no reason.

"I just needed clarification!"

"Would you please have sex with me now?!"

"Yes! In a bed, please!"

"Okay, great." He said in a normal volume as he held out a hand to help Hermione out of the tub. As she stepped out, he moved to grab a towel from the rack a few feet away, and slipped again due to the fact that he was still wearing socks on a wet tile floor. He caught himself before hitting the ground, but Hermione still laughed. He threw the towel in her general direction

"Did you just almost fall again?"

"No." Draco lied as he pulled off his socks in frustration.

She started to towel her half-wet hair out when he turned his attention towards her. He walked towards her with new found confidence in his bare feet. Their lips met softly and he took the towel from her hands. Moving all over her body, he toweled off every bit of her slowly. It was when he got to drying off her calves, when he was on his knees that he looked up at her, face to face with her lower and dripping lips.

"Has anyone ever tasted you here?" He asked in a deep voice. Hermione shook her head no with eyes wide.

"Um, what you just saw was actually my first orgasm…" She said blushing. Draco lit up.

"Congratulations, we can celebrate with several more orgasms." He said as he put his face into her soft curls, just to smell. He then moved to flick a tongue over her throbbing nub. She gasped loudly, and shook at the sensation. "… You're so sensitive. More orgasms won't be hard."

He smirked sweetly as he stood and lead her out of the bathroom and into his room, which was closest. The room was dark with deep emerald wallpaper and sheets. As they stepped in, he picked her up abruptly and carried her over to his bed. After laying her down and kissing her for a moment, gently, he stepped back to take off his wet clothes.

"Have you done this before? Sex, I mean." Draco asked while taking off his Slytherin sweater, which was sticking to his shirt.

"Yeah, I've done it a few times."

Draco nodded in response as he took off his tie, not sure if he was disappointed that he wasn't taking her virginity.

"Will this be your first time, Draco?" Hermione asked, laughing playfully as she watched him unbutton shirt buttons. Draco smirked and tried to remember the first moment they had officially gotten on a first name basis. It had been happening for a while and he loved it.

"Actually, Hermione, I have sex a lot."

"With yourself?" Replied, not impressed by his pompous attitude and famous reputation.

They both looked at each other, wearing the same smirk and silently wondering why they hadn't done this sooner.

"I'm not even going to respond to that." He said sliding off his shirt and starting to remove his pants.

"But you're good in bed, is that what you're alluding to?"

"No. I'm not good in bed," he said climbing on top of her in only silk boxers, "I'm spectacular."

They kissed again, but this time there was no rush, no feeling of fleeting moments. The way they caressed each other felt so natural and easy. Tongues inter-wound, fingertips moved softly over smooth skin while they pushed each other against Draco's boxers. When they took a breath, Draco looked at her squarely with dark pupils.

"What were you thinking of, before, in the tub?" He asked in just above a whisper.

"You. This." She said briefly.

Draco grabbed her face and kissed her hard, shortly, before pulling back again.

"I only think ever of you and this." He said fondly as he moved his way downward, biting and kissing and sucking on random bits of skin before reaching her warmth.

After rearranging her legs to rest on his shoulders, Draco started with a gentile lick up her labia. Hermione gasped and jerked at the contact. In a lucid motion he circled her clitoris with his tongue slowly and thoughtfully. Draco continued by alternating licking and teasing and sucking and biting all of her inner parts. By the time she was breathing heavily and gripping onto the sheets, he inserted two fingers as slowly as possible.

"Please, more." She panted in frustration. Grey eyes met her brown eyes for just a moment before Draco increased his rhythm and Hermione's eyes fluttered shut. She felt herself growing to the edge, but in a completely different way than before. This, with Draco, felt so perfect and warm and poetic; flowers were blooming all over her body, and she felt good all over. Her body finally let go when Draco added a third finger and bit down on her throbbing nub. Every pour and muscle of her body seemed to be humming and shaking and everything collapsed.

Draco road her out as cum poured out onto his fingers. He finished by cleaning up every last drop and sucking off his coated fingers. At this point his cock was throbbing for some physical contact. He crawled back up her body and looked at her fondly face-to-face.

"That was beautiful." He breathed as he gazed into warm coffee colored eyes.

Hermione responded by taking one hand to grab his head and kiss him hard, and grabbing his length with the other hand. Moaning into her mouth and grinding into her hand, Draco seemed as ready as she was. Without breaking the kiss, Hermione pushed down his boxers and he managed to shake and kick them off. As he aligned himself with her center, rubbing himself up and down her, she pushed him over to flip him onto his back. Draco broke the kiss with pleasant surprise as she positioned herself right above his prick.

He remained speechless for a moment, until Hermione started to ease her way down his cock. Then sounds poured out of him like in a rhythmic prayer. It was only her name, gasped over and over again as she started to milk herself from him. They were both trying to keep their eyes open, so as to see the look on the other person's face at this moment. She too was calling his name, but with less constancy and with more aches and moaned in between.

Together they slowly built up speed, as they felt the fire growing between them. In that moment they felt like they were a part of nature, like they had invented sex, this new and fantastic way to feel utterly connected to another person. Draco sat up to kiss her roughly, and started rubbing, frantically, her bundle of nerves with his thumb. At this point Hermione was nearly on the brink of tears, nearly screaming into his mouth, when her body contracted and shook with bliss. With waves crashing, Draco's high came when he felt her tighten around him, and they rocked each other, finishing together.

Finally, they broke apart to breathe, and neither moved for a moment. Hermione collapsed next to him, removing himself from her in the process. They laced their limbs together and breathed in the musk of sex and sweat. The only word to describe it was 'sublime.'

"Why are you not in potions? Did you skip class?" Hermione asked casually after a moment of silent snuggle.

"Slughorn was sick and class got canceled. I guess that means I got lucky twice."

Hermione could feel his smirk and Draco could feel her quiet laughter. They seemed to fit together that way.