Chapter 8
This was definitely the last time he was doing it.
He was a teacher, a potions master, a perfectly respected member of society now. He didn’t need to go sneaking about the castle, spying on his fellow professors in the bath.
But he never stopped thinking about her. During his waking hours, he thought about her voice, her smile, the bounce of her curls when she walked. In his dreams he thought about her knickers still stashed away in his things. The way her thighs had looked peeking out from under her nightshirt, rubbing together in embarrassment and her arse bent over the desk in jeans before his father bailed him out.
She'd come to Hogwarts just a year after he had, taking over as the librarian. Maybe being an Auror had just proven to be too stressful, or maybe she wanted a change of scenery- either way, Hermione Granger's presence had driven him to his old ways. She wore poorly-tailored robes, and her hair slicked back into an immaculate bun, not a curl out of place; she was a far cry from the Granger he'd gotten a taste of.
Sliding behind a tapestry, he closed his eyes and shifted into his ferret self again, having to crawl down his trouser legs to free himself from the pile of clothes, hoping that a student didn't come across them.
His sharp sense of hearing made the sounds of running water nearby almost thunderous ,and the vibrations carried under his paws. He scampered towards the sound until off-key humming told him what he needed to know for sure.
Hermione Granger was taking her Saturday night bath.
Careful not to let his long nails click on the stone floor, he snuck around the circle of sinks until he could see her, stripping off her robes down to her plain white bra and knickers. For the first time, he could see the expanse of her back and the freckles that dotted it, and the full curve of her arse, unimpeded by baggy uniforms.
He sorely wished he was human. A human with a camera, maybe one of those movie things muggles used.
The overwhelming scent of vanilla wafted through the air as he realized she must have added some oil to her bath. He would get the name of it and buy massive vats of the stuff just to smell it like this every day for the rest of his life.
The lid fell off the bottle and started to roll his way. Looking around wildly for a place to hide, his animal hindbrain screamed GET THE TOY instead of corroborating on anything useful.
She turned and looked right at him. Arching his back high, he performed the most threatening war dance he couldn't manage. Granger just laughed and scooped him up around the middle.
"You're actually cute like this, Malfoy. " He nipped at her hand in response, then licked the spot out of guilt. She tasted like a vanilla cake, and his human brain became overwhelmingly curious. Holding him to face her at eye level, she ran a finger over the fur between his ears. "Soft too."
She gave another laugh as he nudged her hand to pet him again.
"So here's what's going to happen. I won’t tell anyone about this if you join me in the bath. You’re probably already naked." He squeaked in response. "Yes, I'll summon your clothes, now hop too."
She placed him on the stone floor and went to her own effects to summon his clothes. He took one last second to admire her backside from the angle before forcing himself back to normal.
When he was oriented, he noticed his clothes were folded next to hers with his wand resting on top.Hermione was sinking beneath the water of the tub, sighing a sound that made his cock twitch.
Not for the first time, Draco wished he wasn't so bloody tall. Bathtubs and mattresses were the enemies and particularly stubborn in transfiguration. As gracefully as he could manage, he carefully joined her, awkwardly folding his legs until the tub magically expanded on its own for him. It was close but not uncomfortable, as the soft skin of her legs brushed against his, making him twitch. The water just covered her breasts and distorted the light enough to where he couldn't see below it.
Cinnamon colored eyes examined him thoroughly, cataloging the scars and tattoos dotted across his body. If she had any judgments, she kept them to herself.
"So was it worth it? Risking another appearance in the paper just to see me?" She pushed a stray curl behind her ear. The heat made her face shine and color rise in her cheeks.
"Very worth it."
"Must have been some bet then."
"What? No..there was no betting." He licked his lips nervously. "I acted of my own accord."
A crimson blush came over her. "Did you? To see me, like this?"
"No, Granger, I love having a tail, it's a thrilling sensation. Yes to see you. Though I can't see much, I really quite like what I can see."
She rubbed her thighs together as her lips parted with a soft whine. "Sorry...it's been a moment, and you're not half bad yourself."
He chuckled quietly. "Not half bad, way to inflate the ego, Granger."
Leaning forward, she put a hand flat on his chest, and Draco wondered if she could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
"What I should say, is that this version of you is much more appealing than the other one." She was so close he could count the freckles under her eyes and see the fleck of gold in her irises. Her eyes were focused on his lips -
"OHHH MYRTLE PEEVES SAYS IT'S BATHTIME. "
"Oh shit." Hermione reached over the side of the tub and vanished the water with her wand.
" Nooooooo Peeves noooo-" Myrtle’s wail bounced off the walls.
"Do the ferret thing-" she whispered, pulling on her clothes. Draco did as instructed, not having any better ideas that didn't include streaking through the castle. The racket of Peeves tormenting Myrtle with a torrent of water well drowned out any noise they made.
Once he was a ferret again, Hermione tucked him into her inner robe pocket. Draco curled himself in as small as he could but kept his line of sight on above him.
Hermione hadn't bothered to put a bra back on and though the view was distorted in black and white, it was still glorious to behold.
The scraping of stone on stone told him she was on one of the moving staircases, heading up, and up again. His tiny heart thrummed with excitement.
A heavy door clicked shut, and a light suddenly filled his vision, blinding him temporarily. The air smelled like vanilla, Jasmine, old books, and Hermione.
"Okay, I brought you back to my room to finish what we started…"