1. Sounds:
Pit-pat.
Pit-pat.
Pit-pat.
She got up and closed the door with a loud thud.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
With a soft sigh, she rose, walked across the room and shut the window with a bang.
For double measure, she even drew the drapes and the rustling of the curtains drew a soft sssshhh.
Silence finally enveloped the room. Contently, Hermione resumed writing her report.
Plop.
Plop.
Plop.
Cursing loudly, she followed the noise and walked towards the bathroom to investigate the source of the new annoying sound.
Splat!
"MALFOY I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU."
"It's a joke love."
Whack -"Ouch"
"I watched the new movie you"
Whack -"Ouch
"suggested. Rigging a door"
Whack -"Ouch"
with a bucket of water
Whack -"That hurts Hermione"
"It resulted in a really romantic evening for the couple."
She scowled at the annoying blond she called a boyfriend. She was dripping with water from head to toe and her clothes were completely soaked.
He pouted at her exaggeratedly. "Let me help you out of those wet clothes love."
Hermione regretted ever giving Malfoy her Netflix password. Maybe she should change it now.
But judging by the sounds coming out of Hermione a few minutes later, it was a safe bet to assume that she would never change the password.
Sometimes there were more important things to do than finish a report. And doing Malfoy was a lot more fun anyway.