A Bubble-Covered Malfoy
He was a man of impeccable style, expensive tastes, and who could only ever conduct himself with a measured and calculated grace. While he was not the most handsome man at school (damn that blasted Blaise Zabini!), he was amongst the most desirable. Draco Malfoy had learnt long ago that a bad boy always drew in the women; it was part of the territory.
His mannerisms were almost cat-like, nimble and graceful. His walk was more of a saunter, a borderline swagger. He carried himself like a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. He was a man used to being stared at and whispered about behind hands and closed doors. Ever since the night he brought Death Eaters into the school and was accused of the indirect murder of Dumbledore, Draco never ceased to turn heads, for good or ill.
Tonight was one of those nights where his presence had earned adulation amongst the Slytherin ranks. Pansy and Daphne were fawning over him as Vincent and Gregory scowled in the background, still angry at him for not fully letting them in on his plans the previous year. Everyone was envious that he had been honoured Death Eater and they not.
Draco was the only student at school who was officially part of Voldemort's ranks; the youngest Death Eater ever initiated. He knew he should be proud but the honour and novelty wore off the moment he pointed a shaking wand at Dumbledore's chest. All he wanted now was solitude, to get away from it all.
He couldn't very well blow people off, as much as he'd like to, for he and his parents were still in danger. But Draco no longer desired the fame. On some twisted and cruelly ironic level he finally understood why Potter cowed from the limelight whenever he could. Inevitably, it wore you down.
Draco's shoes barely made a sound as they met with the cold marble floor. He walked down the familiar path, intent on escaping his destiny for just one night; a little time to himself to relax and let his cares float away in an endless sea of bubbles. For you see, Draco Malfoy's guilty pleasure was taking long and languid bubble baths.
He made his way to the Slytherin Prefect bathroom and soundlessly opened the door with his wand before stepping inside. Just as quietly he locked the door behind him and set his wand down on the table. As he began to slowly disrobe, he thought back to the last few encounters he'd had with the Weasley girl. The most recent event had been the detention; before that, the game of chicken on brooms.
He neatly folded his shirt and trousers and set them on the table before picking up his wand. Walking over to the large porcelain tub, he tapped the ornate faucet and watched as hot water and foamy bubbles began to fill the large basin. Fully naked, he stepped inside, hissing at his bare skin made contact with the searing heat. He then slowly immersed himself into the water with a sigh of relief, resting his head on the ledge of the tub. After a moment of adjustment, he closed his eyes and began to drift off into sleep.
"A bubble-covered Malfoy—how cute."
Draco's head snapped to attention and he glanced around in search of the owner of the voice. "Who's there?" He sat up and reached for his wand, which wasn't there.
"I think you're looking for this," said the disembodied voice, waving the wand in the air as if it were floating. A giggle later and suddenly a body materialised to accompany the voice.
It was Ginny Weasley, and she had his wand.
"How did you get in here?" Draco eyed the redhead askance. He had no idea what this little nutter would do to him while he was unarmed and naked.
Draco raised an eyebrow. That was a rather advanced charm. He had no idea that the Girl Weasel could perform such powerful magic. He also had no clue how she managed to find him here let alone discover her way into the secret location of the Slytherin dormitories.
"I followed you down the Entrance Hall while you took the door on the left," she said, as if reading his mind. "For all your cunning and craft, you Slytherins don't really tend to pay attention to one another, which makes it fairly easy for a Gryffindor to sneak down here in borrowed robes."
She smirked and Draco furrowed his brow, examining her attire more closely. She was wearing Slytherin robes. How did she get a hold of them?
"You'd be surprised at what people leave in their Quidditch lockers." She placed a slender hand on her hip while the other held the front of her stolen robes. "You all can afford to have several pairs, so who will notice one missing?"
He stared at her, wondering if she was performing some sort of Legilimency on him. She could easily cast a Disillusionment Charm and sneak into the Slytherin dormitories (and Prefect bathroom at that) undetected, so who knew what else the little red-haired witch could do.
"Oh, c'mon, Malfoy. Don't act so startled and confused. It doesn't take a master of Legilimency to read your thoughts." She grinned and walked towards him, bringing out her own wand, and he shrank back.
"Now, Weasley," he began, trying to figure out exactly how to explain to this nutter standing before him that her attacking him in a Death Eater-run school wasn't exactly a brilliant idea. But before he could formulate the words, the Weasley girl did something that made coherent speech die on his lips and all cognitive thought depart his mind entirely.
The girl got naked.
Draco watched in horror, but mostly amazement, as the petite Gryffindor let her robes fall to the floor, revealing her pale nude body. While he had never paid much mind to the girl clothed, finding her style to resemble that of a biddy old grandmother, naked, she was rather... captivating. But then he was a seventeen year old boy and a naked girl was a naked girl.
She wasn't remotely shy or embarrassed. But why should she have been? Draco noted, with a wide open mouth, that the Weasley girl was rather nubile; the perfect female form in both colour and size. Her breasts were immaculate, perky and round, just barely a handful, accented with tiny pink nubs that begged to be teased. Her skin was pale and smooth, practically flawless, from her flat stomach to the healthy curves of her hips that swelled to her perfectly rounded bottom and toned thighs, reaching all the way down to her perfectly sculpted calves and small pointed toes.
Before Draco's eyes could roam back up to the apex of her thighs once more the redhead nimbly stepped into the tub and sat across from him. She held both wands in her right hand, teasing him with them, before leaning back and resting her elbows on the edge of the tub. She stared him down as her pale breasts buoyed to the top of the water, partially hidden by the bubbles.
Draco stared back at her, swallowing hard and frequently. His throat had suddenly gone as dry as the Sahara. "How did you know that I'd be in here?"
She snorted and tapped the wands on the rim of the porcelain tub. "I think that answer is rather obvious, don't you, Malfoy?"
Yes, he knew how she knew. She had stalked him. She had been stalking him since the beginning of the term. He knew the how but not the why.
"Well then, Weasley, why don't you explain to me why you are following me all over the place."
"Another obvious answer."
"You seriously don't know?"
She suddenly sprang forward and swam towards him, and he braced himself back against the tub. Her hands met his thighs and she hoisted herself up onto his lap, sliding her soft, wet breasts up against his chest. He let out a soft moan and rolled his eyes up into his head.
His eyes shot open when he felt her leg in between his and watched her lean over the tub, reaching down for something on the floor. Her firm, round ass was in his face and he palms to her cheek. This was his moment, his opportunity to overpower her and take his wand back. But his mind, or rather his body, decided that caressing her bottom would be a better use of his time.
He was about to lean in when she finally sat back and turned around to straddle his lap. He was slightly disappointed at first, but when she began to wiggle and grind into his dick all thoughts of disappointment flew out the window as he grabbed her by the arse and began to move her against his cock.
Grinning, Ginny shoved a small green leafy substance into her mouth and chewed. "We're going to play a trust game," she said, leaning forward to place both wands on the counter behind his head. "You're not going to touch those wands."
"What makes you think tha―"
She cut him off with a finger to his lips and he furrowed his brow as he watched something bizarre begin to transform on her. It looked as though invisible cuts, or slits, were forming on her neck. They looked like gills.
Draco managed to fix his brow even lower as several thoughts ran through his head. She must have taken gillyweed. Now why would she want to do that―
Draco's eyes opened wide as the freckled girl winked at him and then dove down into the water. He felt her fingers grip his inner thighs and his hands instinctively went to her head, grasping it tightly. He felt her lips on the head of cock and he wriggled about in the bubbles, groaning aloud. Her tongue, somehow cold, swirled around the rim and then her lips slowly slid down the shaft with her tongue deftly following suit.
He somehow managed to tangle his fingers into her wet hair, pushing her head down even further. She willingly complied and he could almost feel the smirk on her lips as she took his cock fully down her throat, swallowing hard as his head hit the soft, yet unyielding barrier.
"Fucking hell!" he gasped, sitting up and then throwing his head back.
This girl was killing him. She had only just begun to touch him and he felt as though he was going to explode at any moment. He knew that as the seconds ticked by that she wasn't going to make it any easier on him.
Slowly, she began to bob her head up and down on his shaft, and his moans began to sound like desperate pleas. She kept at it relentlessly, and after five minutes of this exquisite torture he began to squirm.
He thrashed around in the water, throwing bubbles up in the air that landed on his head. He was trying desperately to contain himself, but the little Gryffindor was going at him like a hungry and insatiable animal. She knew all the right buttons to press and if she didn't stop soon, she was going to get a mouthful.
"Weasley," he begged now, hating the sound of his voice. This was wrong. She was a Weasley and a Gryffindor—a blood-traitor! It was wrong but it felt so... right.
With a grunt, he gripped the back of her head and began to spasm, shooting ropes of hot semen deep down her throat. He trembled slightly with each burst and each squirt eased him further and further into his release, melting his cares away like warm chocolate. He sank back into the tub and let out a long satisfied sigh as his head lolled back, unaware that he had tensed up to the point where he was almost standing.
Weasley shot up out of the water, throwing her long wet hair back with a laugh, spraying water and bubbles all over the floor. She straddled Draco's lap and he hadn't the strength or the will to resist her as she pressed her soft, wet lips against his.
Something inside him stirred and he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her back and head while he took her mouth with his, darting his tongue past her lips, tasting himself inside her mouth. She met his kiss gently and wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as his lips assaulted hers. With deliberate movements she lessened the intensity of the kiss and moved away. Almost abruptly, she stood up and stepped out of the tub, picking her robes up off the floor.
Draco sank back in the tub and rested his head against the ledge. His eyes were still closed as the ghost of a smile played on his lips. The Weasley girl, more nutters than Loony Lovegood, had sneaked into the Slytherin Prefect bathroom, serviced him, and was now leaving without question. If she wasn't a Gryffindor and a Weasley, she would have made for a perfect girlfriend.
"Leaving so soon?" he drawled, still grinning as he turned his head to watch her go.
She was wringing water out her hair onto the floor and had borrowed one of his towels to dry herself off. After a casual pat down she threw on her robes and drew them tightly around herself and grinned coyly.
"That's the plan," she said, bringing up the hood to her borrowed robes as she turned to the door.
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
He reached behind his head to grab the wands, but they weren't there. He sat up and turned around, searching for his wand, and then snapped his head back to look up at her.
"No, I have everything I need." She dug her hands into her pockets and pulled out two wands. "If you want yours back, you know where to find me."
And with that, Ginny Weasley left a rather confused and physically drained Draco Malfoy to sit in a sea of bubbles, hopelessly trying to figure out what to do next.
To be continued... ?
Author notes: This bath scene is dedicated to Manu (choravenclaw), who really wanted to see a naked Draco taking a bubble bath. Remember that I am no Mistress of Smut, just the Queen of Tease. ^_~