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Chapter Six

The Magical Creature Revealed

"Hermione?" Harry whispered.

Hermione was standing on the edge of the shore. Her robes had fallen off...probably in the lake, and her white school shirt was completely see-through. She was wearing a light pink bra that shown as if she weren't wearing a shirt at all. Her hair was sopping wet and clung to her head in tight ringlets. Her grey school skirt had shrunken somehow had barley reached mid thigh.

There was no other word for it: Hermione looked sexy.

Hermione noticed everyone looking at her. She knows she'd lost her school robes, but was that any just reason to stare like that? Then she looked over at Ron and Harry, confused. Then someone yelled out "Now that's a magical creature!"

Hermione looked behind her to see the magical creature. When all she saw was the wind rippling the water, she shrugged her shoulder and walked over to Harry and Ron. They had the same expression the rest had.

"What in Merlin's name is going on?" Hermione asked them, getting slightly frustrated. Ron coughed.

"Uh, Mione...you-your-the robes...and the lake...it..." Ron turned a bright shade of red.

"Your robes." Harry started. "They fell off."

"I know that, Harry. But that's not a reason to stare like that."

"Well, that's not all."

"Then what?"

But Malfoy answered for them.

"Nice tits, Mudblood!" Hermione's eyes widened in shock and confusion. The, she looked down at her chest and turned six shades of scarlet.

"OH MY GOD!" She screamed as she covered herself with her hands. "Why didn't you tell me?" she shouted.

"We were trying to. It's just..." Harry tried to explain.

"Just what, Harry?" she spit.

"You looked gorgeous." Ron spoke so softly, they could barely hear him. Hermione stared and turned magenta.

"C-could I please borrow one of your robes?" she muttered. Harry peeled off his drenched robe and handed in to Hermione. She gratefully put it on and they made their way to lunch.

Ron and Hermione kept on giving each other looks and then blushing when one caught the other.


They entered the Great Hall a few minutes later. As they headed over to the Gryffindor table, the Slytherins erupted in cat calls and jeering. Hermione blushed crimson and quickened her pace to the table.

They sat down and food appeared on their plates. Ron jammed an entire turkey sandwich in his mouth and Harry filled his plate with so much food that some started to fall onto the white table cloth.

Hermione stirred her soup with a spoon and stared quietly into it. After about five minutes, Hermione sighed, pushed away her untouched soup, and mutter to Harry and Ron that she would be in the library.

She entered the oh, so familiar room. The library smelled of worn leather and centuries of accumulated dust. The light creeping in from one of the high windows showed the dust dancing and swirling in the golden sunshine.

Hermione took a deep breath and began to wander the aisles of books, looking for something of interest.

"Wand, Word and Will: How Magic Works by Phrixus Leda" "Thoughts about Fairies by Gennadius Sugarbreeze" "The biographies of the Azkaban Prisoners by Dur T. Jael"

For once, nothing seemed to interest her. Then she saw it. It was in the muggle section right in between "What to do When you Fall for a Muggle" and "Muggle Jokes for the Jovial" She grabbed the book and reread the title: "Twenty-Seven Names for Tears: A Collection of Muggle Poetry"

Hermione squealed so loud, Madam Pince had to shush her. It was what her mother used to read to her when she was little. Of course it didn't say "A Collection of Muggle Poetry" at the end, but the poems and sonnets were the same.

She took the book back to her dormitory and sat on the sofa nearest to the fire. Hermione's eyes danced across the page. She was so enthralled in the book she didn't notice the portrait swing open. Draco Malfoy stepped into the Head's common room and sat on the couch opposite Hermione, waiting for her to acknowledge his presence. To him, she wasn't worth it to go through the trouble of announcing himself.

She never did look though. The crackling of the warm fire and the soothing words of her book lulled her into a deep slumber. Draco was still there, waiting. The book slid from her hands, onto the floor as she moved positions.

Draco walked over to her and picked up the book. He read the title, shrugged and took it with him as he walked up the staircase to his room.


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