hearts that intertwine

“Are you just going to stand there staring, or are you going to join me, Malfoy?” Hermione asked, her elbows leaning over the edge of the tub in the Prefect’s bathroom.

She pushed herself up from the cover of the bath. She knew she was teasing him, the swell of her breasts barely visible, coated in jasmine scented bubbles—but stayed low enough to keep her nipples hidden from his view.

Draco continued to stare.