“Granger, is there a specific reason you are in the Slytherin, boys changing room?” Draco Malfoy questioned the bushy haired Gryffindor in front of him. He continued rubbing his hair with his towel to dry it, which coincidently left the entirety of his body nude. “Or did you just come out here to ogle me?”
From the look on her face it appeared to him that she was there for the latter. Her mouth was dropped, her eyes wide and he could faintly see her tongue moving inside of her mouth. While Draco had been joking about her coming to gawk at him, all signs point to Hermione Granger, resident book worm and teachers pet, being aroused by him. In fact, she looked down right pleased by his package. Her appreciation resonated somewhere deep within him, or at least somewhere that would cause his cock to twitch because Draco knew that place was not his brain because he did not like Hermione Granger.
At the movement in front of her, Hermione seemed to regain her composure, casually running her eyes up the length of his body and settling on his face. Her mouth closed and presumably her tongue stopped twitching. He watched as a slow blush creeped from her cheeks down her neck and across her chest, disappearing under her shirt. The thought of her breasts turning pink and her chest moving up and down if he had the view of her that she had of him, made his cock twitch again.
“I, um…” She stuttered a bit, her eyes scanning from side to side as if she were literally reading through her mind for the information. With a large sigh, she said, “I swore I had a reason when I barged in here, but I’ve completely lost it now.”
Draco could not stop the smirk from rising on his lips and raising his eye brow when her eyes began flickering back and forth between his face and the appendage between his legs. Neither of them knew what to say. Hermione was at a loss for words, seemingly unsure if she was embarrassed or aroused, and she didn’t know whether she should stay or flee. Draco was afraid to move, his hand still on his head, the emerald towel gripped in his hands. Their chests moved up and down erratically from their increased heartbeats and sporadic breathing.
And at that moment they both let go and pounced on each other.
This is for Viv because she’s amazing and also has a thing for qudditch players :)