Draco shook himself mentally, urging himself to get a grip. "Besides," he said, bringing Hermione out of her reverie. "Do you know how many girls here at Hogwarts would kill to be where you are now?"
Hermione stared at him in disbelief. Could anyone really be that egotistical? Yes, he can, she thought, before saying, "While I don't doubt that Malfoy, I can honestly say that I wish I could swap places with any one of them so that I wouldn't be stuck here myself."
He raised his eyebrows sceptically. "Sure Granger, keep telling yourself that." Draco smirked once more as her eyes followed the movements of his hands as he proceeded to soap up his upper arms and torso.
Hermione realised that she was staring at him again and tore her eyes from his chest, only to realise that Draco had caught her at it that time. His words finally sank in and she registered his smug smirk. A wave of fury swept over her, and she stood up straight, her hands clamped firmly on her hips and her chin raised defiantly.
"Aren't you worried that you might catch something by sharing a bath with a 'Mudblood'?" she spat at him acidly.
Draco was caught of guard by Hermione's use of the 'M' word, but he was immediately distracted. As Hermione had stood up, she was now exposing her neck, shoulders and the rounded tops of her impressive breasts to him. Feigning a look of annoyance, Draco stepped closer to the witch until he was merely a foot from her. He drew himself up to his full height and towered over her.
"Its ok," he assured her in his most pompous sounding voice, his eyes narrowed. "I am so pure that I'm sure it will counteract any filth that may wash off of you."
At this Hermione saw red, and forgetting her precarious naked situation she took a step forward and swung her hand back.
Draco was acutely aware of her closeness to him; he could even smell the coconut shampoo on her hair. He saw the fury blazing in her eyes and as she swung her hand towards his face, he reached out and with his Seeker reflexes, caught her small wrist in his hand and wrapped his long fingers around her soft skin.
Hermione felt a shock pulse through her body, radiating from her wrist and settling in a heat between her legs. She tried to pull her hand away from his grip but Draco held her tighter.
Draco was surprised by the smoothness of Hermione's skin beneath his damp fingers. As she attempted to pull away from him, he instinctively tightened his hold, loathe to losing the contact with her hot, wet skin.