CHAPTER THREE: A Bra, a Thong and a Malfoy
Come into my playground
No one else can see
Baby let me show you
How it could be
So join me baby close your eyes
Step into my playground
Where everything's all right
Mikaila - Playground 'Mikaila'
Two months passed since the event of Cho Chang; it was now, the beginning of the month, December. A Yule Ball was being held this year, as a last ball or dance for the seventh years, because no Triwizard Tournament was being held this year. It was also to improve inter-house relationships, for you were only allowed to take a partner from a different house. I, presumed I had to go to the dance with Malfoy as head-boy and girl, probably to set an example. I was not sure, I was only presuming; for it had not yet been confirmed, then. In the end, Malfoy did become my date for the Yule Ball, after an unexpected (and embarrassing) incident…
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My birthday was in September (19 September - to be exact) and I received presents from my house; Harry - updated version of 'Hogwarts! A History', Ron - bag of sugar quills, Ginny - lovely red leather notebook and from Lavender and Parvati - a matching red, lacy bra and thong, it came as quite a shock when I opened that present, I was, of course, grateful but it was not something I had use for in mind. A month later, when I hadn't mentioned anything about the bra and thong (I had shoved it down the bottom of my trunk) Lavender and Parvati begged, whined and moaned at me to try on the bra and thong and show them (with me in it, though I had no desire to become a 'witch' Christina Aguliera), the day the Yule Ball was announced that it was being held. Finally, after tormenting me and dragging me away from my homework, I reluctantly agreed to try it on for them.
I trudged up the stairs grudgingly, and went into my room and looked through my trunk looking for the indecent red, lacy bra and thong. I finally found them crumpled up at the bottom of my trunk. Unwillingly, I undressed and began to put on the bra and thong (I had never wore such things in my life!), easy to guess, this was what Lavender and Parvati wore under their uniform! As, I just finished putting them on, I felt the hairs on my back prickle - it felt like there was another presence in the room. I spun around and to my horrifying shock, there stood in the doorway (door shut, thank god, I couldn't live, if someone walked past the stairs and saw me but someone already had…), there stood in the doorway - was - Draco Malfoy! I could have died and gone to heaven on that spot, that very year, that month, that day and that minute!
'Nice one, Granger,' Draco drawled.
'DRACO MALFOY! I shrieked, 'WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?'
'No need to stress, Granger,' he replied coolly.
Then, I remembered that I was only dressed in undergarments, my whole body on display to Malfoy (of all people!) I snatched my robe off my bed and I quickly wrapped it around me. I could have killed him for his remarks! Then, I noticed that he had raised his eyebrows when I'd put my robe on he seemed kind of disappointed…
'WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE GRYFFINDOR TOWER?' I screamed at him, 'AND THE GIRLS DORMITORY!'
'I have permission since I am Head Boy,' he shot back at me.
Then, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, oh god, it might be Lavender or Parvati, oh god, oh god - Malfoy! The door flung and I smiled sheepishly, for Professor McGonagall had walked in and caught me in this state.
'Mr. Malfoy!' Professor McGonagall screeched, 'What is the meaning of this?'
'I have permission to be in the whole school as I am Head Boy.'
I heard the smugness in his voice, how dare he! Who does he think he is, the king or something?
'WHAT?' Professor McGonagall bellowed, 'IN THE GRYFFINDOR GIRL'S DORMITORY?'
Malfoy smirked, 'yes, permission from Professor Snape.'
Honestly, if Professor McGonagall weren't in the room at the moment, I would have killed Malfoy; he would have been dead on that spot, I would have wiped that stupid smirk of his, off his face! I'd never felt so angry and embarrassed in my life!
'AND IS PROFESSOR SNAPE THE HEADMASTER?' Professor McGonagall demanded.
'No, I never said he was,' Malfoy said, 'Dumbledore is.'
I glared at Malfoy, I, really was ready to tear him to bits!
'Come with me, Malfoy!' Professor McGonagall ordered her robe swished behind her as she swept out of the room.
Malfoy turned to leave then he called out to me, 'Oh by the way, Granger. Nice body!'
I flushed from embarrassment and rage! Malfoy was going to be so sorry and dead, when I was done with him!
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But all in all, the reason Malfoy came to find me came, as a shock it was the least I had expected…
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'Don't you even want to know why I was there in first place?' Malfoy demanded, an argument brewing.
'To be a peeping tom? I snarled at him.
'No, to ask you to the Yule Ball. We have to take partners from - '
'I know!' I shouted, cutting him off. I sighed heavily, 'Different houses.'
'Yeah. Do you have a partner?'
'No,' I admitted, 'Not yet.'
'Well, don't hold out for Weasley. He can't take you.'
I sighed, 'I'll go with you on one condition.'
'What's that?' Malfoy asked.
'You NEVER ever mention that whole undergarment thing again!' I said.
Malfoy just shrugged.
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It had been a tiring day (and embarrassing) but just when I thought everything had ended, I got another shock from my own best friends (again) but this time, I, was the joke, not, them!
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'DIRRTY!' Ron screamed, the moment I stepped through the door from my quarters leading to the Gryffindor common room.
Harry wiggled his hips (Harry had a serious problem with hip-wiggling) as he held a miniskirt up to him.
'Hermione! I never knew you owned a thong!' Harry grinned at me.
'Shut up, Harry!'
'You naughty thing, Hermione, I never knew you wanted to copy Christina Aguliera, upset that your two best friends aren't paying you as much attention as they use to, because they are too wrapped up with a sexy muggle singer?' Ron teased.
I chucked a cushion (stuffed with fine feathers) at him and another one at Harry. They both grabbed two and chucked them back at me, so I was bombarded with four cushions at one time.
'HEY!' I shouted, 'That isn't fair, there are two of you!'
'You shouldn't have turned against both of us, then you might have had at least one of us on your team!' Ron shouted back.
And that was the start of a cushion (or pillow) fight. By the end, feathers were falling from the ceiling and floating around the room, in the air. It looked liked the snow was fed up of outside and decided to go inside and do its bit of snowing in there - instead!
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