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Chapter Two
Mirrors and Towels
'So who were you thinking about, huh?' she asked with a grin. 'Is Hermione thinking dirty thoughts? Never would have expected it...'
'I was not!' Hermione cried indignantly, glad that she and Ginny were the only ones in the room.
'Well I heard sighing and decided to investigate...wouldn't be good if a prefect was...well, let's suffice to say caught in the act.' Hermione pretended to be scandalized, but she had to admit it was likely the noises she made sounded suspicious.
'Well I'm not with anyone, so you can leave me in peace,' Hermione spat, trying to sound annoyed, but her smile betrayed her. Ginny whacked her with the pillow Hermione had been cuddling only moments before.
'I still haven't checked under the bed yet,' she laughed, and was almost knocked off the bed when Hermione hit her with another pillow. By the time Parvati and Lavender came up to get some shuteye, it had evolved into a full-out pillow fight.
'Sorry mates,' Ginny grinned, and with one last feather filled smack she pranced out. 'What was that?' Lavender asked amusedly. Hermione didn't say anything, but lay down expecting a very pleasant dream.
The next morning she took a long, steaming hot shower in the Prefect's bathroom. It felt so good, she could finally concentrate on herself rather than Harry, Ron, Ginny, her studies...or Malfoy...She shook her head viciously, flinging water droplets everywhere, and got out. Hermione took a good look in the mirror. She didn't look half bad, all wet and steamy. At least her hair wasn't a mess when it was dripping with water. She walked closer to the mirror, examining her lips closely. She had kissed a few boys, even Ron once...or twice, and she knew she was a bad kisser. They were all too polite to mention it, which she was grateful for.
She leaned a bit closer to her reflection, puckering up a little. She had rolled her eyes when she caught Parvati practicing her kissing on a mirror, and how ironic it was that now she was doing the very same thing. I'm such a hypocrite,' she thought. And before she could change her mind and give herself a good slap, she crashed her mouth into the glass.
'Ow!' she squealed. 'Is that really what it's like to kiss me?' She massaged her mouth and checked that no teeth were missing, and then triend it again. She gently leaned over, and brushed her lips over the mirror. Just when she got to massaging it with the tip of her tongue, she heard the door burst open.
'AARGH!' she shrieked, making sure the towel she had on was on tight. She glared at the intruder, and saw nothing more than a smirking Ginny Weasly. 'Ginny, you come in at the worst times!' she gasped.
'This time you can't deny you where thinking about a guy,' Ginny said triumphantly. 'Who? Tell me.' Hermione shook her head and pulled her towel up a bit.
'How did you get in here?' she asked, more curious than mad. 'You're not a prefect.'
'Ron told me the password,' Ginny replied simply. 'Nice place, isn't it? But stop avoiding the subject. Who were you pretending to kiss? I'm assuming it wasn't really yourself.'
'For you information, I was just...practicing,' Hermione said with as much dignity as she could muster, and stomped out of the loo so that Ginny wouldn't see her blushing. She was never going to hear the end of this; she just prayed Ginny didn't tell Harry and Ron. She was so absorbed in thinking up a valid excuse she didn't notice Malfoy, coming down the hall towards her and smirking as he leered at her. She only noticed when she slammed into him.
'Granger,' Malfoy said, biting his lip and trying not to laugh.
'What's so funny? Never seen a mudblood roaming the halls before, eh, Malfoy?' Hermione hissed, ticked off.
'No, its just that I've never seen a mudblood roaming the halls in a towel before,' he said, and starting sniggering uncontrollably. Hermione looked down, scandalized, and saw he was right. Trying to ignore the embarrassed tears the stung her eyes, she tore back to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. She looked around, making sure Ginny wasn't there, and changed into her school robes.
'I can never show my face to Malfoy again,' she moaned, banging her head on the sink. She looked up and saw a bruise beginning to form on her temple. 'Ow, she muttered, rubbing it. This wasn't like her, not at all. She shook her head and tried to clear it of all thought, and then regain her senses. It was no use. She couldn't believe she'd run into Malfoy after trying to avoid him so hard, let alone half naked. What did she do to deserve this? She was about to leave when someone started pounding on the portrait outside of the bathroom.
'Open up, Granger,' Malfoy drawled. 'We need to talk.'