Hermione managed to walk in just as Harry and Ron had stripped down
to their boxers so they could change. They only seemed slightly bashful;
hopeful looks in their eyes. She made a small noise of frustration and
embarrassment and swiftly turned around.
"You can turn around again Mione," Harry said. He adjusted his robes and sat down with a sigh. He looked rather dejected.
"ENOUGH!" Hermione burst out. "What has gotten into you too? You're standing there in your boxers when I come in and don't even have the decency to try and cover up! Now you're acting like I deprived you of something! What are you two sulking about?" Ron blushed a darker red than his flaming hair and Harry seemed to have realized his recent behavior. He mumbled something inaudibly. She made an impatient noise in the back of her throat. Finally Harry spoke up.
"You've just gotten quite, uh, attractive. Pretty. Gorgeous. Hot as hell, actually," He said, still not meeting her eyes. She faltered unsure what to say when Ron piped up.
"We'd grown accustomed to your hair and how you never like, wore makeup or clothes that showed off your figure. Now you're wearing designer jeans and your hair looks like it did at the Yule ball. I guess we were just acting like any other teenage boy with hormones, but I s'pose it was still rather rude. Sorry Mione," Ron apologized. Harry agreed with him and muttered his apologies. Feeling much more at ease and rather flattered at the same time, she quickly pulled on her robes over her jeans and polo shirt and sat down none too gracefully. She fell into a stupor until they reached Hogwarts, where she was jolted out her daydream by a familiar sarcastic voice.
"Glad to see you've got all your clothes on again Hermione.Wouldn't want you to catch cold." He flicked his wand at her and a cold wave passed over her. He nodded approvingly at her chest where her hard nipples now protruded from under her shirt. Her bra had magically vanished, leaving her feeling indecent and ashamed.
"Get the hell out of here Malfoy," Harry spat. "And don't you dare call her by her first name, you tarnish it with your tongue."
"Isn't already a muddied by her birthright? All she'd be good for anyway is some relief from everyday stress. You know, a way to let off a little excess energy," Draco drawled. Hermione braced herself against the door so that Harry and Ron couldn't reach Malfoy, however much she wanted to let them at him. Expulsion before school even started would make her more miserable than she already felt.
"Stay away from me Malfoy. You are not welcome," she said in a dangerous tone. He feigned fear.
"Oh no, don't jinx me," he pleaded mockingly. Suddenly he leaned and kissed her, not even remotely innocently. He smirked, obviously pleased with himself.
"See you around sexy."
"You can turn around again Mione," Harry said. He adjusted his robes and sat down with a sigh. He looked rather dejected.
"ENOUGH!" Hermione burst out. "What has gotten into you too? You're standing there in your boxers when I come in and don't even have the decency to try and cover up! Now you're acting like I deprived you of something! What are you two sulking about?" Ron blushed a darker red than his flaming hair and Harry seemed to have realized his recent behavior. He mumbled something inaudibly. She made an impatient noise in the back of her throat. Finally Harry spoke up.
"You've just gotten quite, uh, attractive. Pretty. Gorgeous. Hot as hell, actually," He said, still not meeting her eyes. She faltered unsure what to say when Ron piped up.
"We'd grown accustomed to your hair and how you never like, wore makeup or clothes that showed off your figure. Now you're wearing designer jeans and your hair looks like it did at the Yule ball. I guess we were just acting like any other teenage boy with hormones, but I s'pose it was still rather rude. Sorry Mione," Ron apologized. Harry agreed with him and muttered his apologies. Feeling much more at ease and rather flattered at the same time, she quickly pulled on her robes over her jeans and polo shirt and sat down none too gracefully. She fell into a stupor until they reached Hogwarts, where she was jolted out her daydream by a familiar sarcastic voice.
"Glad to see you've got all your clothes on again Hermione.Wouldn't want you to catch cold." He flicked his wand at her and a cold wave passed over her. He nodded approvingly at her chest where her hard nipples now protruded from under her shirt. Her bra had magically vanished, leaving her feeling indecent and ashamed.
"Get the hell out of here Malfoy," Harry spat. "And don't you dare call her by her first name, you tarnish it with your tongue."
"Isn't already a muddied by her birthright? All she'd be good for anyway is some relief from everyday stress. You know, a way to let off a little excess energy," Draco drawled. Hermione braced herself against the door so that Harry and Ron couldn't reach Malfoy, however much she wanted to let them at him. Expulsion before school even started would make her more miserable than she already felt.
"Stay away from me Malfoy. You are not welcome," she said in a dangerous tone. He feigned fear.
"Oh no, don't jinx me," he pleaded mockingly. Suddenly he leaned and kissed her, not even remotely innocently. He smirked, obviously pleased with himself.
"See you around sexy."
