Opposites Attract by Nicole Desire

Chapter Two: The Unfortunate Walk-In

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to him. J.K. Rowling does.

Stupid idiot, thought Hermione. Sick, perverted git.

She was sitting on Malfoy's bed, wearing the first thing she could slap on after their... encounter: some shorts and a tank top. She didn't even have time to put on some shoes.

Flashback

Hermione had woken up early (even though it was Saturday) to take a relaxing morning shower. Malfoy, apparently, had thought to do the same thing too, for when Hermione stepped out of the shower, Malfoy walked into the bathroom.

Hermione shrieked when she saw him and jumped behind the shower doors, but most unfortunately, they were transparent. She snatched her towel from the towel rack and wrapped it around herself.

Malfoy's eyes had widened.

"What are you staring at!?" She screamed at him. Malfoy didn't answer. Instead he just walked out of the bathroom, with a bemused look on his face.

End

And that's what happens when you don't lock your bathroom door, thought Hermione.

The only reason that she was even sitting on Malfoy's bed (he was sitting on the other side of his bed) is because Professor McGonagall told them to stay in the same room until they worked out their differences.

"How did you know I got mad at him?" Hermiome had asked McGonagall, bewildered.

"There is an enchantment on these quarters that let's me know if you two are arguing. I set up the enchantment when I found out you two were to be Head Boy and Head Girl," McGonagall had replied.

And so, there Hermione was, locked in Malfoy's room with him, until they had settled their hatred for each other.

"I still can't believe you did that," said Hermione grudgingly to Malfoy.

"Hey, it's not my fault. I didn't know you were in there," he replied. Then he smirked.

Hermione exhaled in frustration. "Why, why were you chosen as Head Boy?" She muttered.

A few minutes passed in silence.

"You know Granger, I am sorry I walked in on you, but for a Mudblood, you've got a pretty hot body."

Hermione's jaw dropped. She was disgusted. She crawled up to him and gave him a good slap in the face. When she had retreated, she saw that there was a pink hand mark on Malfoy's face.

Malfoy was so shocked that he didn't have time to dodge the slap. "What'd you do that for?!"

"Because you're a disgusting, perverted git."

Malfoy smiled, unable to refuse what was the inevitable truth.

I hate this guy, thought Hermione.

A/N: Sorry this chapter was so short. I have a bit of a writer's block. I can't really think of anything for this story. If any of you readers out there have any ideas for me, please let me know by reviewing or messaging me. Thanks!