Review
Oh my God
Hermione POV
I wonder what Dumbledore wanted to talk to us about. I thought. Earlier in the day Dumbledore had called all seventh years to the Great Hall. And I was in the middle of a shower.
Flashback
"My hair is so difficult to wash!" I screamed in the shower. "Talking to yourself Granger?" Malfoy called through the bathroom door. My life went down the drain when I found out Malfoy had been made HeadBoy. And worse we have to share a dormitory!!!! " You know they say that's the first sign of madness!!" I turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around myself. "What do you want Malfoy!!" I screamed. "Dumbledore wanted to see all seventh students in the Great Hall! So get your lazy not-so-clean-and-even-though-you-just-took-a-shower-but-your-a-mudblood-so-it-will-never-be-clean arse out of there!!" He screamed back. I growled. And so the day begins…
End Flashback
When I got to the Great Hall I found a seat in between Ginny, my best girl friend and Harry my other best guy friend who is also Ginny's boyfriend. Go figure. Any way I could see Malfoy talking with his other friends and stealing glances at me with a smirk plastered on his pale freakish face. Well actually, I might take that back… just a little? See, Over the sixth year, when Voldemort was defeated and happiness reigned over the wizarding world once again, Malfoy had grown I reluctantly say into a-a-a-a man. His platinum blonde hair wasn't slicked back on his head like he had dumped it into a barrel of oil, and instead it fell casually into his eyes. And his muscles rippled on his arms not like the sticks he had before. He got tall, and he wasn't scared of like I don't know, breaking a nail. He's hot. I thought. Whoa whoa whoa hold on a second. Hot? Malfoy? I think maybe I had to much coffee or something this morning…