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Just friends. That’s what he’d told everyone. He was just friends with Hermione Granger.
Draco repeated these words to himself as he agreed to join their respective friends in a group trip to a muggle beach. As Hermione gave him a flirtatious smile in greeting. As she shimmied out of her tight jeans and tiny shirt, revealing an emerald green two-piece bikini that had him drooling.
They were just friends… just…. Goodness. Draco’s mouth hung open as the woman in question turned away from him and bent over, looking for something in her bag. Pert. Fuck. Her arse was perfect. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Draco sat, spellbound, watching Hermione Granger’s bum wiggle in front of him. Then she was sitting on her beach towel and rubbing some muggle lotion on her skin.
Draco cleared his throat. “There’s a spell for that.”
“I prefer doing it this way.”
“I bet you do,” he mumbled under his breath.
She glanced at him and licked her lips. “I can’t reach my back…”
“Granger.”
She either couldn’t or wouldn’t hide her grin.
“Can you do me?”
Fuck.
She was doing this on purpose. Granger grabbed his hand in hers. Her fingers were moist from the cream as she curled them into his palm, making him tremble.
“Please?”
Then his hands were on her. Rubbing. Feeling her body warm under his touch. He shifted into a more comfortable position as she moaned softly. She leant into his touch and wriggled herself closer. The woman had no tact but the edge of her bum against his legs was doing things to him, nonetheless.
“Thank-you,” she said when he handed the lotion back, body flushed and face red.
He was going to have to get her back for this. “Tease.”
She laughed.