The Tower
Disclamer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of J.K. Rowling's universe.
AN: Bear with me this story idea just came to me. It may turn into a fantastic story or it may just be a drabble. Who knows?
Prologue
She was there in the snow. Wearing nothing more than a thin, lacey, silk nightdress.
Some part of his brain wondered if she was cold, while another parted hoped she wasn't.
Her usually frizzy, mess of a hair was plastered to her head, dripping water droplets sliding down her arms; and her gorgeous, chocolate brown eyes shining in pure happiness.
Once he saw her eyes, he started to become suspicious, why should she be happy to see him.
She slowly walked towards him. Each step pulling her nightdress tight across her curves.
He wondered why he had never noticed before how beautiful she was. Maybe it was because of those big bulky robes she was always wearing.
Suddenly, she was in front of him. She tentatively put a hand up to his cheek and slowly leaned forward.
BANG
Malfoy jumped out of his bed. He groggily looked around the room wondering where she had gone. Slowly, as the sleepiness began to fade from his consciousness, he realized he was in his own bedroom in the Head Tower, and on the other side of the Head Common Room would be Granger fast asleep.
Thinking back Malfoy wondered what had made that noise, at this godforsaken hour of three in the morning. He walked into the Common Room, and there he saw the reason for himself being awake. Granger muttered a little spell and the enormous vase that had been sitting on the end table pieced itself back together and flew back to its original place.
Looking at her now he wondered why he had been dreaming of a filthy little mudblood. Sure she looked good, but he wasn't that starved for sex that he would sleep with a mudblood. It was all her fault anyway, she started it.
AN: Review and let me know what you think.