To all you wonderful readers!
It's another very short one today i'm afraid, sorry, but the next chapter's going to have a little bit more to it soooo, this is all you get. (Lol, me trying to be mysterious without making chapter eight a complete let down. I'm not doing very well, am I?) Oh well, hopefully you'll still like this one, please tell me what you think!
Lot's of love, Gee.
Hermione hadn't slept well that night. Though, she rarely slept well any more. Angry and hungry, even after the toast she found on her way to the bathroom, she was extremely unsettled after having to sleep naked in Malfoy's house. She'd unpacked the entire case, just to be sure, but it was clear Astoria Greengrass didn't wear pyjamas.
Finding Kingsley's owl already waiting for her with fresh Polyjuice potion for the day, Hermione turned into Astoria and hoped beyond hope that there was a spare towel for her in the bathroom. She poked her head out the door and peered around. Convinced that Draco was still asleep in bed, she ran as fast as she could to the bathroom, in all Astoria's nudity. She heaved a sigh of relief when she reached the bathroom, unseen and room empty.
Draco's bathroom was incredible. Even larger than her bedroom, all surfaces sparkled with cleanliness and the mirrors seemed to reflect images in higher definition than in reality. Upon every other visit to the room, she had found herself very tempted by the roomy bath tub with three taps and the ornate metal shower-head. In fact, Hermione thought it was the most spectacular bathroom she'd ever seen, second only to the prefect's bathrooms at Hogwarts.
All her frustration melted away as she bathed herself in the hot water.
Draco hadn't slept well that night. Though, he rarely slept well any more. Again he had struggled to get to sleep, and overnight was tormented by the ghosts of people he once knew. Shaking, he rolled over and tried to wipe the cold sweat from his face. When he'd stopped shaking and found the energy to stand up, he untangled himself from the covers and left incautiously for the bathroom.
As he entered the room, there was a great splash of water and a high pitched yelp from the bath. Astoria's soaking head popped back into view.
"Shit!" Draco swore loudly when he realised what he'd walked in to.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Hermione screeched.
"You know there's a lock on this door?" he exclaimed patronizingly.
"GET OUT!" the outraged Hermione yelled, throwing a shampoo bottle at him that only just missed his head as he slammed the door behind him.
While her anger came flooding back, Hermione subconsciously admitted something disgusting: Draco Malfoy looked very attractive in just his pyjama bottoms.
