Word Count: 160
Rating: G
Summary: Hermione is conducting a close inspection of something when Draco walks in.
'Great,' the young witch thought unhappily. 'Ginny was right. I'm not that curvy at all.'
Hermione Granger was currently quite occupied with the reflection of her bare hips and midriff in the mirror. Chocolate eyes narrowed in annoyance as she (reluctantly) admitted to herself that yes, her curves were few. Feeling rather dejected, she sighed and turned around to inspect her right side.
Same dilemma here apparently.
"Perhaps some stretching would help your unfortunate figure, Granger."
She turned abruptly, startled and irritated as she stared into the smirking face of her roommate. Her eyes narrowed further. Just her luck that Malfoy had to catch her in a state of insecurity, and even luckier that their head positions compelled them to share dorm rooms as well.
"No one asked your opinion, you snarky prat."
With a huff, she straightened her clothes and brushed past him, doing her best to restrain herself from slapping that annoyingly knowing smirk off his face.