DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. But wouldn't that be amazing too?
I don't do this very often. Come to think of it, I have never done this. Well, on with the story.
It was a sweltering hot day in late May. Final exams were coming up in a couple of days and I had been up late studying. I remember crawling into my bed and realizing how uncomfortable it was. It was a blistering night so I decided to sleep commando (I know not very ladylike but it was very hot), wearing just a knee length shirt to bed. I knew that I would only get a couple of hours of sleep but I just figured that I would get up on time. Well that didn't happen. I ended up oversleeping and only having a maximum of five minutes to get ready for Potions. That is if I didn't want to be late, and with finals this close, being late was not an option.
I leaped out of bed and threw on my brassiere. As I hurriedly buttoned up my school blouse, I searched for a pair of clean panties, now regretting telling the house elves to pick up my laundry. Rushing for time, I knew I had to think of something to do. I slipped on my skirt and went to look in the mirror. As I twirled around, my skirt barely rustled and it was long enough that it should have been safe to wear without any panties on. Doing a check over once more, I left my dorm just hoping that I would make it to Potions on time.
Skidding to a halt outside of Potions, I smoothed my skirt and walked in.
"It is so nice of you to join us, Miss Granger. 10 points from Gryffindor for your lateness," Professor Snape said as I walked in.
"Yes, Sir," I mumbled.
Turning to the class, my usual seat beside Harry was taken by Neville. To my dismay, the only vacant seat was by none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Snape drawled.
Shaking my head, I trudged to my seat. As I sat down, Malfoy made some snide remark. Ignoring him as best as I could, I turned my attention to the instructions Snape was now writing on the board.
"Class, this will be the most difficult potion you shall have to make in this year. Don't mess up," he stiffly said, his eyes lingering on Neville.
I raised my hand, quickly noticing there was only one cauldron for Malfoy and me.
"Could we have another cauldron?" I asked.
"I guess I forgot to mention that this assignment will be in partners. Miss Granger, you and Mr. Malfoy should work together," Snape replied.
Malfoy and I turned to face each other. Both of us were clearly displeased, to say the least.
"Let's just get this over with, okay?" I said.
"Fine," Malfoy replied, sounding like he would rather have to hand feed Blast-Ended Skrewts all day than work with me.
I turned my back on him and walked to get supplies from the cupboard. As I stood staring into the cupboard, I wished I had sent Malfoy over to get the materials that we would need. A few of the items were on the very lowest shelf and some were on the very top shelf. Smoothing my skirt again, I quickly stooped down to get the materials from bottom and then swiped the other materials from the top shelf. Quite proud of myself for handling that smoothly, I walked briskly back to the table to get started on the potion. For some odd reason, Malfoy had a huge grin on his face. Not a smirk, like usual, but a grin, almost a smile.
"What?" I asked suspiciously.
He didn't reply. He just stood there like an idiot with that stupid grin on his face.
"Well aren't you going to help me?" I asked.
"I think your doing just fine. Besides I wouldn't want to forget to add something crucial," Malfoy said with a chuckle.
This officially creped me out. Draco Malfoy just chuckled. He barely even smiles.
"Okay. Spill it. What's so funny?" I asked.
"Come on, Granger. Do you honestly think I would just tell you?" Malfoy asked, like he was speaking to a five year old.
I just shook my head and continued mixing the potion. I brushed off Malfoy's weird actions as me just being alerted for someone to find out that I wasn't wearing any panties.
As class came to an end, I poured some of the potion in a vial and took it up to Professor Snape's desk. I was still suspicious of Malfoy, but figured he was just sick.
As the class was dismissed, I threw my Potions book into my bag and exited the classroom. As I was walking to Gryffindor tower to drop my books off, I felt someone walking behind me. When I looked around I saw Malfoy.
"What do you want?" I asked in a short tone.
"Isn't it a magnificent day? It's really quite hot, wouldn't you agree?" Malfoy inquired.
"What are you getting at?" If he wanted to answer my question with questions, I could do the same.
"I'm assuming you're not too hot, though. Since you aren't wearing any panties," Malfoy said it so nonchalantly you would think he was talking about the forecast for the next couple of days.
"How did you find out?" I asked, my tone becoming grave.
"Well I only assumed since when you bent over to get the ingredients on the bottom shelf your skirt came up," Malfoy responded.
"It's not nice to stare at people's behinds, Malfoy," I said.
"Don't worry, Granger. Your secret is safe with me…for now at least," that was the last thing Malfoy said to me before he walked off, leaving me standing there.
Part of me didn't really care if other people knew. I mean there was a perfectly good reason why I wasn't wearing any panties. On the other hand, I didn't want to get a reputation. Malfoy really is the most annoying person I think I've ever met.
Author's Note: There should be one more chapter to this. Reviews are a joy to see ;)