Draco and Hermione sat at the back of the room. Both had something different on their mind. Draco was thinking about Hermione. Hermione was thinking about escaping! The lesson passed by uneventfully and the two hardly passed a word between them, much to Draco's displeasure.
Hermione walked to the dorm. Opening the portrait door she was greeted to an absolute mess! Living with two males is a hard life, especially when they are the messiest people you have ever meet! Hermione got dressed into her muggle clothes, jeans and a low cut singlet top and started to clean up. She was sorting through a pile of clothes when Draco walked in, unknown to her and got a nice view of what he thought was the cutest ass he had ever seen. The skin on her lower back was exposed, which had awakened a familiar but rare feeling in his groin. He stood there in his trance like state, which was broken only by him being caught in the act by a pair of hazel eyes staring back into his. Only he didn't see the love he wanted to see in them. Hermione was firstly shocked, and secondly slightly and angry, but surprisingly also glad that she had caught Draco checking her out.
"I didn't know you made such a mess Malfoy, maybe you should help me clean up instead of being useless."
Draco hit himself mentally and replied "Sure I guess it couldn't hurt me, but then on the other hand touching Potter's stuff might so I will pick up this and be in my room waiting for you to clean it when your done here."
Hermione couldn't believe the cheek this boy had. She gave him a salute followed by a cheeky grin he didn't see. Draco turned and left Hermione to clean up and went to his room.
Draco had been in his room for an hour reading. He dropped his book and walked to his door to go out and get a hot cappuccino. Pulling open his door, a flood of clothing and various other items greeted his legs and feet. That girl.
Hermione sat behind the couch hidden watching the event unfold. With a slight snigger she watched Malfoy open his door and saw the priceless look of surprise his face when he opened the door. She grabbed the cushion next to her and laughed into it. How priceless, where was her camera!
This small act meant to annoy started what the two knew as the War. Like a tennis ball, the small antics meant to annoy were passed back and forth. It wasn't long until Harry found out, until Ginny, Ron and Blaise found out, and from there the whole seventh year and eventually the school.
Next day, after the first "attack" from Hermione on Draco, Draco sat in his room, crouched on his bed, blankets around him, wand in hand, planning his revenge. He picked up his t-shirt, the one he had got when he first started at Hogwarts. It was his favourite t-shirt but was now too small for him. The idea hit him running and he jumped off his bed and ran out of his door. The Heads dorm was empty. "Oh this was too good to be true, it's too easy", he thought to himself. He snuck up to Hermione's door and opened it a little. No one was inside. He quickly slipped in and riffled through her draws.
Hermione got back from class. Draco was reading in the lounge area. He didn't even acknowledge her coming in. She went to her room, closed the door and threw of her robes. She loved nothing better than to change into muggle clothes at the end of the day. She picked out some jeans and striped off the shoulder skivvy, which she liked because it sat loose on her. Pulling on her jeans she found them a very tight fit. In fact she couldn't do them up. Pulling on the skivvy, she found it was a very very tight fit. She couldn't believe her luck. She pulled out half a dozen more tops and pants, all having the same effect, all too small. She sat on her bed surrounded by the small clothes. She just couldn't work it out. A sniggered was heard from her bathroom door. She caught a wisp of blonde hair as she turned around. Her cheeks flushed red. She grabbed her dressing gown (also smaller) and ran out into the lounge.
" You!" she screamed, "you've shrunk all my clothes!"
Draco laughed. "See this is what happens when you don't clean my room. And by the way, that dressing gown looks hot on you know Granger, the tighter the better I say".
He walked off into his room, feeling the revenge was sweet. Hermione walked back into her room, the war was so on!
All night Hermione stayed in her room. She came out only to eat. Harry didn't know what was going on. Hermione was in her room, and Draco had the biggest grin on his face ever.
"You get laid last night Malfoy? I haven't ever seen you so happy" Harry commented.
Draco grinned, "not quite Potter, not quite".
"You know I don't even want to know how you've had in that room, or who made you so happy!" Harry slumped back into his chair with a thought he didn't want to have.
"Oh Potter your so naïve, no girl has pleased me. I just got revenge and its sweet. OI believe the only on around here getting laid is you, I get the pleasure of hearing it." Now it was Draco's turn to cringe and Harry to have the smile on his face. The conversation was interrupted by a scream of joy from Hermione's room.
"Mione you alright?" Harry yelled.
"Just fine Harry", came the reply from the closed door.
Draco now was worried. He took of to his room to hide. He was just a little worried.
In Hermione's room she had all she needed and she waited for the night to fall and owls to come out. She worked and read until midnight. She snuck of out of her room and checked no one was awake. Everyone was asleep, even Harry for once. She tiptoed through the lounge, carefully holding her crime. She opened Draco's door so quietly, not even a mouse would have been disturbed. She tiptoed up to his bed; he looked so peaceful asleep. Well he wouldn't be in the morning! She set about her work. Oh she was brilliant to think of this! He wouldn't know what hit him!
Ok review please! Tell me what you think! I took advice and made a small cliffy! Took me ages to think of the prank she would pull back!
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