Chapter Three: Draco
Her hair fell in wavy raven's-wing locks to her shoulder blades, with dark red streaks. Her eyes were a green-grey, her face heart-shaped, and her lips cherry red. She had a lightly tanned, unblemished complexion and a delicate, petite figure. Her breasts were small, like the rest of her body, and she was short, but it suited her. She was dressed in a white silk nightgown with spaghetti straps that contrasted with her skin, eyes and hair. She lifted her right hand, and the person opposite her lifted her left. The girl opposite her also had wavy raven's-wing locks with streaks to her shoulder blades, green-grey eyes, a heart shaped face, cherry red lips, lightly tanned, unblemished skin and a petite figure. Short, also dressed in the white silk nightgown.
"Are you me?" Hermione whispered. "I don't recognize you. Who are you? Where did you come from? Where do you belong?" Hermione sighed, turning away from the mirror that reflected her image perfectly.
She glanced around the room. It was familiar, in a déjà vu kind of way.
The room was fairly large, with deep, royal purple walls and reddish-pink cornices. The walls were decorated with random stars, moons, suns and the zodiac signs. There was one big window, which had heavy reddish-pink velvet curtains drawn closed over them, leaving the room dim. The roof was painted to look like a night sky in the middle of an electric storm. Hermione remembered Hogwarts's Great Hall's roof, but that roof changed with the weather. This room's roof remained the same. The carpet was thick, creamy and soft under Hermione's feet.
One whole wall was a bookshelf, filled with both Muggle and Wizarding books. One corner was occupied with a chest of drawers and a built-in wardrobe. Another held a desk that was scattered with parchment, quills and ink. The shelves on the desk held notebooks, folders and sheaves of used parchment, as well as Muggle pens and pencils – coloured and lead – and ink and quills. The last corner, which was where the bed and window was, also had a bedside table. The bed was made of wood, like all the other furniture in the room, and the two fluffy pillows were either royal purple or the same reddish-pink as the rest of the room. The feather doona was royal purple on one side, and under neath it was reddish pink, so that it was double-sided.
Hermione crawled over her bed and pulled the curtains open, just a little bit, so that she could peek out.
A Quidditch field greeted her eyes. One lone figure was flying out there, almost lazily, in circles, loops and dives. He came close to her window, and her eyes widened as she realised that he was topless. Hermione pulled open the curtains so that she could see better, allowing sunlight in.
His hair was golden-blonde, his chest muscular and well formed, but he was slender. He flew like an angel, seated on the broom like a pro. The wind blew through his soft, silky hair, hair that Hermione wanted to run her fingers through.
Hermione came back to herself with a jolt of guilt. She'd only just to Tom that she wasn't ready to go back to their relationship, and her she was, checking out the blonde flier. Tom still thought they were going out, and she was checking out someone else!
The blonde hovered in front of her window and waved, smiling.
Hermione smiled back and opened her window, leaning out to talk to him.
"Hi." He smiled. Damn, he's cute! Hermione thought.
"Hi."
"I don't believe we've met? I'm Draco Malfoy."
"Oh, yes, Tom told me about you… don't you recognize me? He said that you, me, Pansy, Blaise and all them are good friends."
Draco reared back on his broom. "Pardon?"
"It's me! Hermione. Mya?" Suspicion grew in her voice.
"Wow, Hermione! You've… changed. A lot."
Her eyes twinkled. "I'm not sure that's a compliment…"
"Oh, it is. Trust me, it is."
"Well. Thank you for the compliment, then." Her eyes travelled down to his chest, then flickered quickly back to his face. He was grinning. Hermione blushed. "I'm sorry."
"Please, it should be me who's sorry… flying around half-naked just outside your bedroom window…"
Hermione's stomach growled, loudly, and she blushed again. "I guess I'm kind of hungry."
"I figured. But then again, you have been asleep for… five days now, so you must be starved! I'll go get dressed and I'll meet you in your room, ok?"
Hermione nodded and Draco sped away, leaving Hermione to close the curtains to dress.