Mild NSFW // A little Valentine's drabble inspired by @incendiosketches.bsky.social's piece
Hermione slipped into the Prefects' Bath, a nervous thrumming in her veins. She started the water and the bubbles—choosing an appropriate rose scent—
Hermione slipped into the Prefects' Bath, a nervous thrumming in her veins. She started the water and the bubbles—choosing an appropriate rose scent—
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A bit wet #dramione 💦🧜
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"Ron—"
She stopped when, instead of a lanky red-headed Gryffindor, she saw a broad platinum-haired Slytherin in the doorway.
"What are you doing here?"
"Bathing," he said, the aloofness of his voice totally at odds with the colour high on his cheeks.
"You need to leave."
"You're waiting on Weasley?"
She nodded.
Hermione sighed. Of course. She'd told Ron to slow down on the Ogden's, that she had a Valentine's surprise for him. They weren't... together, but they were something, or at least she thought so.
The tension in the air felt thicker than the steam building from the water. Hermione's gaze darted to the side to see that the tenting of the towel hadn't gone down, and she wondered why Malfoy had done nothing to cover it up.