Authors note: Okay guys, go easy on me, this is my first ever publication!
Disclaimer: Only own the plot, everything else belongs to JK!
"There's a storm coming Mr Malfoy, and everything you thought you knew will drown in the backlash." I shiver.
Hermione Granger is no longer a child, she's grown up- and oh how she's grown. Gone are those infuriating frumpy school girl robes, instead she's donned a skin tight dress, to low cut to be Gryffindor and all too short to be legal. It leaves nothing to the imagination- her full breasts are threatening to burst out with every step she takes on those long legs that seem to never end. She circles me with that hour glass figure and rounded hips, and I notice she's wearing heels- at least four inches. She must be about 5'8" but with the shoes she could easily match my height. She's talking still, but I'm distracted. I can't help but wonder what those perfect breasts would feel like in my palms, against my chest, in my mouth.
She stops behind me, and my breath catches in my throat. She's leaning closer and closer, her lips a hairs width away from my ear. I can feel her breath on my neck sending me in to a frenzy. Her long hair spills across my shoulder in a waterfall of curls and her scent invades my senses. She smells like jasmine, and sex, and poison. She is amazing, sexy... deadly. The perfect weapon.
I sit up, covered in a sheen of cold sweat. I'm vaguely aware that I must be screaming. Blaise is by my side in an instant- he always is.
"Draco, draco! What's wrong?"
AN:So... what do you guys think? Reviews please? Give it to me straight.