Hermione's turn
Hermione Granger stepped into the entrance hall, dripping wet. Outside there was a downpour, she'd only nipped out for five minutes to visit Hagrid. She started running up the stairs, desperate to get into some dry clothes – and quick! In her haste she forgot to jump the trick step and sank into it knee-deep. "Brilliant," she thought to herself "just my luck!"
She sat for a good five minutes waiting for somebody to come along. Somebody did finally come along, but that somebody was very unwelcome. Who else? It was Draco Malfoy. "Oh, look, its mudblood queen granger." He said, grinning.
Hermione uttered a very fake laugh. He just kept on grinning and pretended to bow down to her. "Are you going to help me or not Malfoy?"
"Well I guess that all depend doesn't it?"
"On what, Malfoy?"
"You've grown up, Granger."
"Why thank you so much," Hermione replied sarcastically. "Wish I could say the same about you."
Draco scowled.
"You aren't quite getting me are you?"
"I'm afraid not, so make it clearer because this is starting to hurt." She snapped.
"You've matured, you're – dare I say it – quite sexy Granger."
Hermione was stunned. She didn't say a thing. Draco grinned, "Especially when you're wet." He added.
He gently lifted her out of the trick step and stood her up. Finally, she spoke. "Malfoy, I don't know what kind of foul joke you're trying to play but it isn't funny."
"No joke Granger." He said softly.
She didn't know what to do. She was completely helpless, how could this be Draco Malfoy? He and she had been enemies. Her best friends were his two worst rivals. But she realised that she had matured a bit over the summer. Her hair and grown longer and she had put a straightening charm on it. Her body had filled out. She was slightly taller and was wearing more make-up than she used to, this time experiment with some of her mothers muggle products such as mascara and foundation.
He was staring at her, she looked at him properly. He was really very attractive. He had obviously been working out over the summer. He wasn't exactly all Mr.Macho but he certainly had a bit of muscle where he used to be so skinny. His hair was no longer slicked back and greasy looking, it flopped over his face in an elegant manner and he was also slightly taller, if anything HE was sexy.
She looked into his eyes and said nothing. Without warning he leaned in as if about to kiss her of al things. She stepped backwards almost causing her to fall down the stairs.
She turned her back and walked off.
He stood there for a minute string after her, then turned on his heel and walked off in another direction.
Hermione Granger stepped into the entrance hall, dripping wet. Outside there was a downpour, she'd only nipped out for five minutes to visit Hagrid. She started running up the stairs, desperate to get into some dry clothes – and quick! In her haste she forgot to jump the trick step and sank into it knee-deep. "Brilliant," she thought to herself "just my luck!"
She sat for a good five minutes waiting for somebody to come along. Somebody did finally come along, but that somebody was very unwelcome. Who else? It was Draco Malfoy. "Oh, look, its mudblood queen granger." He said, grinning.
Hermione uttered a very fake laugh. He just kept on grinning and pretended to bow down to her. "Are you going to help me or not Malfoy?"
"Well I guess that all depend doesn't it?"
"On what, Malfoy?"
"You've grown up, Granger."
"Why thank you so much," Hermione replied sarcastically. "Wish I could say the same about you."
Draco scowled.
"You aren't quite getting me are you?"
"I'm afraid not, so make it clearer because this is starting to hurt." She snapped.
"You've matured, you're – dare I say it – quite sexy Granger."
Hermione was stunned. She didn't say a thing. Draco grinned, "Especially when you're wet." He added.
He gently lifted her out of the trick step and stood her up. Finally, she spoke. "Malfoy, I don't know what kind of foul joke you're trying to play but it isn't funny."
"No joke Granger." He said softly.
She didn't know what to do. She was completely helpless, how could this be Draco Malfoy? He and she had been enemies. Her best friends were his two worst rivals. But she realised that she had matured a bit over the summer. Her hair and grown longer and she had put a straightening charm on it. Her body had filled out. She was slightly taller and was wearing more make-up than she used to, this time experiment with some of her mothers muggle products such as mascara and foundation.
He was staring at her, she looked at him properly. He was really very attractive. He had obviously been working out over the summer. He wasn't exactly all Mr.Macho but he certainly had a bit of muscle where he used to be so skinny. His hair was no longer slicked back and greasy looking, it flopped over his face in an elegant manner and he was also slightly taller, if anything HE was sexy.
She looked into his eyes and said nothing. Without warning he leaned in as if about to kiss her of al things. She stepped backwards almost causing her to fall down the stairs.
She turned her back and walked off.
He stood there for a minute string after her, then turned on his heel and walked off in another direction.