It had been almost two weeks and although they sat in the same room
nightly, they hadn't spoken to each other since they had arrived. Hermione
considered it a blessing. It was common knowledge that he and his family
served Voldemort, while she was best friends with "the boy that lived".
Harry was the Dark Lord's downfall the first time. He was back and they
knew that very soon, all Hell would break loose.
Hermione spent most of her evenings in the Gryffindor common room, playing games with Harry and Ron. Sometimes, she would sit and talk to Ginny about Harry and her brother. Ginny and Harry had been dating for almost a year now. She knew more about Harry than she wanted to. But as revenge, she would tell Ginny things about her brother. That usually resulted in, "Hermione, ugh. I didn't want to know that." She'd just smile at her.
She came in early one night, it was a Saturday but she had to study for a test in Transfiguration on Monday. Walking in, she started to take off her cloak, and stopped. Malfoy was humming as he walked out of the bathroom. He was drying his silvery hair. The towel covered his face, but nothing else. Her eyes traveled from his head to his shoulders, his sculpted chest and stomach, then to his member. "Oh my god." she whispered. He cocked his head at her and smirked. He casually wrapped the towel around his waist and smoothed his hair back from his face. "You're early." was all he said as he walked into his room.
She slowly walked to her room. Did she just see Draco Malfoy naked? He didn't seem to be bothered at all. He has no shame. She hated him, but it would be a crime not to enjoy the view. She chuckled to herself, "Some men were born very lucky."
Hermione grabbed her Transfiguration book, quills, and ink. She pointed her wand at the fireplace, "Incendio." She had requested that no house elves were to be in her room so she did it herself every night before studying. It went out automatically at dawn. She studied alone tonight, Malfoy must have gone to sleep.
Malfoy said nothing about it the next day but, every time he caught Granger looking at him, he smirked. She couldn't get his image out of her head. "Two weeks in, if you don't get a grip." she chastised herself. Little did she know that Malfoy thought that turnabout was fair play. Accidental or intentional, he gave himself a week before he took matters into his own hands.
Hermione spent most of her evenings in the Gryffindor common room, playing games with Harry and Ron. Sometimes, she would sit and talk to Ginny about Harry and her brother. Ginny and Harry had been dating for almost a year now. She knew more about Harry than she wanted to. But as revenge, she would tell Ginny things about her brother. That usually resulted in, "Hermione, ugh. I didn't want to know that." She'd just smile at her.
She came in early one night, it was a Saturday but she had to study for a test in Transfiguration on Monday. Walking in, she started to take off her cloak, and stopped. Malfoy was humming as he walked out of the bathroom. He was drying his silvery hair. The towel covered his face, but nothing else. Her eyes traveled from his head to his shoulders, his sculpted chest and stomach, then to his member. "Oh my god." she whispered. He cocked his head at her and smirked. He casually wrapped the towel around his waist and smoothed his hair back from his face. "You're early." was all he said as he walked into his room.
She slowly walked to her room. Did she just see Draco Malfoy naked? He didn't seem to be bothered at all. He has no shame. She hated him, but it would be a crime not to enjoy the view. She chuckled to herself, "Some men were born very lucky."
Hermione grabbed her Transfiguration book, quills, and ink. She pointed her wand at the fireplace, "Incendio." She had requested that no house elves were to be in her room so she did it herself every night before studying. It went out automatically at dawn. She studied alone tonight, Malfoy must have gone to sleep.
Malfoy said nothing about it the next day but, every time he caught Granger looking at him, he smirked. She couldn't get his image out of her head. "Two weeks in, if you don't get a grip." she chastised herself. Little did she know that Malfoy thought that turnabout was fair play. Accidental or intentional, he gave himself a week before he took matters into his own hands.