To Swoon or Not to Swoon, That is the Question
Oh God, Draco Malfoy was hot. And by hot, I don't mean that unpleasant feeling you get when the temperature is too high. I mean that he was so damn sexy. I felt like slapping myself. Swooning over one of my greatest enemies was not correct. It was hypocritical of oneself.
But even as I thought those thoughts, I could not help admiring his toned chest. I loved his fluffy neon pink bathrobe, so carelessly thrown over the lower part of his body- inclusive of those fine platinum blond hairs that trailed into the bathrobe, simply making me feel like ripping his towel off and finding out what lay underneath. Hell, he even looked cute with his dripping wet hair, mussed adorably to the right side of his head. Not to mention this distinct jawline, along with the hints of stubble showing on his chin. And- And his face! That beautiful, surprised expression plastered on his face!
I felt like throwing all caution to the wind just to feel his skin on mine, to get close to him-
"STOP BEING A PEEPING TOM! DON'T BE LESBIAN!" Before I could give in to my desires, the door was slammed in my face.
Wait… Lesbian?
"Shit."
Upon hearing Draco's muttered expletive, I smirked( in a very Slytherin-like way). Draco Malfoy's secret would be known around Hogwarts within twelve hours, courtesy of Hermione Granger.
