Alright, time to go to chapter two. I have never read a fic that has a
conflict in a chapter like this, so it should be good. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot
Hermione's P.O.V.
"Wow! Is that you Hermione? You look good," said one of Hermione's best friends, Harry Potter, when she slid into their usual compartment on the train.
"Yeah, I like your look," said her other friend, Ron Weasley, slightly gawking.
"Thanks guys. I sure missed you this summer," she said, hugging them both.
"I see your Head Girl," Harry said, noticing her badge. "I'm not surprised."
"Congratulations!" Ron added.
Hermione was going to ask about their summers, when Draco Malfoy walked into their train compartment just as the train started out of the station. She couldn't deny it. Malfoy did look good in this black T-shirt and cargo pants. The way his hair hung in his eyes intrigued her in some way. She noticed that he seemed to be studying her with his silvery blue eyes and she would have stared back at him, but he broke the spell with his familiar sneer and annoying voice.
"Well it seems that Granger has grown over the summer," Malfoy droned. "And Weasley more poor," he added, turning his back to Hermione.
"Sod off Malfoy," Ron barked turning red. Harry was holding him back.
" Hey Potter! Still hiding behind that scar. Why don't you face me like "The Boy Who Lived" should?"
As Ron, Harry, and Malfoy were battling it out as they did every train ride, Hermione got an idea. Malfoy may be easy on the eyes, but he still was an evil brat, and she had had enough. She saw a bucket of dirty water at her feet, there to catch water leaking from the roof. Malfoy was clearly ignoring her, so she had the element of surprise. Grabbing her wand, now lying on top of her trunk, she whispered "Wingardium Lelveosa" (I can't find my book to check the spelling) and the bucket started floating in the air. Placing it quietly over Malfoy's head, she quickly pointed her wand down, causing the bucket to face to the ground, pouring the dirty water all over his head. A split second later, the bucket fell on his head too.
Whack! "What the." Draco yelled, drenched.
"I'm sorry, did I get you?" Hermione asked, sarcastically.
Click! Click! Click! Everyone looked out the door and saw that Colin Creevey, now in his 6th year, and never seemed to be anywhere with out his camera, was eagerly snapping pictures.
"Hey guys," Colin said, stop taking pictures, "are you having a wet t-shirt contest in here. I'm not sure that you would win though, Malfoy." The whole time Colin kept a straight face. Hermione and Harry, meanwhile clucking their stomachs, while laughing their heads off.
"What the hell is a wet t-shirt contest," roared Draco, breathing very hard.
Colin suddenly looked scared, and scurried away, probably amazed by his own bravery.
Hermione and Harry had finally calmed down to giggles, while Ron looked confused. Draco had calmed down enough to flick his wand to dry himself and fully face Hermione.
"We will deal with this later Mudblood," he spat and left.
"You were great Hermione!" Ron said admirably, but then he sobered. "Did you see he was wearing a Head Boy badge? I can't believe you will have to share a common room with him!"
"Neither can I," added Harry.
"I know what you mean," Hermione said, thinking.
There was a pause before Ron asked, "By the way, what is a wet t-shirt contest?"
Hermione giggled. "I don't know much about it, nor have ever been involved in one, but I'll tell you this much. It involves girls and usually white, wet t-shirts." She told him.
She and Harry watched and then laughed when an surprised looked dawned on Ron's freckled face, as he understood.
For the rest of the train ride, the three of them talked about the upcoming year at Hogwarts or Quidditch. Hermione though, couldn't stop every once in a while remembering how good Draco looked wet.
****************That was better wasn't it? Review and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot
Hermione's P.O.V.
"Wow! Is that you Hermione? You look good," said one of Hermione's best friends, Harry Potter, when she slid into their usual compartment on the train.
"Yeah, I like your look," said her other friend, Ron Weasley, slightly gawking.
"Thanks guys. I sure missed you this summer," she said, hugging them both.
"I see your Head Girl," Harry said, noticing her badge. "I'm not surprised."
"Congratulations!" Ron added.
Hermione was going to ask about their summers, when Draco Malfoy walked into their train compartment just as the train started out of the station. She couldn't deny it. Malfoy did look good in this black T-shirt and cargo pants. The way his hair hung in his eyes intrigued her in some way. She noticed that he seemed to be studying her with his silvery blue eyes and she would have stared back at him, but he broke the spell with his familiar sneer and annoying voice.
"Well it seems that Granger has grown over the summer," Malfoy droned. "And Weasley more poor," he added, turning his back to Hermione.
"Sod off Malfoy," Ron barked turning red. Harry was holding him back.
" Hey Potter! Still hiding behind that scar. Why don't you face me like "The Boy Who Lived" should?"
As Ron, Harry, and Malfoy were battling it out as they did every train ride, Hermione got an idea. Malfoy may be easy on the eyes, but he still was an evil brat, and she had had enough. She saw a bucket of dirty water at her feet, there to catch water leaking from the roof. Malfoy was clearly ignoring her, so she had the element of surprise. Grabbing her wand, now lying on top of her trunk, she whispered "Wingardium Lelveosa" (I can't find my book to check the spelling) and the bucket started floating in the air. Placing it quietly over Malfoy's head, she quickly pointed her wand down, causing the bucket to face to the ground, pouring the dirty water all over his head. A split second later, the bucket fell on his head too.
Whack! "What the." Draco yelled, drenched.
"I'm sorry, did I get you?" Hermione asked, sarcastically.
Click! Click! Click! Everyone looked out the door and saw that Colin Creevey, now in his 6th year, and never seemed to be anywhere with out his camera, was eagerly snapping pictures.
"Hey guys," Colin said, stop taking pictures, "are you having a wet t-shirt contest in here. I'm not sure that you would win though, Malfoy." The whole time Colin kept a straight face. Hermione and Harry, meanwhile clucking their stomachs, while laughing their heads off.
"What the hell is a wet t-shirt contest," roared Draco, breathing very hard.
Colin suddenly looked scared, and scurried away, probably amazed by his own bravery.
Hermione and Harry had finally calmed down to giggles, while Ron looked confused. Draco had calmed down enough to flick his wand to dry himself and fully face Hermione.
"We will deal with this later Mudblood," he spat and left.
"You were great Hermione!" Ron said admirably, but then he sobered. "Did you see he was wearing a Head Boy badge? I can't believe you will have to share a common room with him!"
"Neither can I," added Harry.
"I know what you mean," Hermione said, thinking.
There was a pause before Ron asked, "By the way, what is a wet t-shirt contest?"
Hermione giggled. "I don't know much about it, nor have ever been involved in one, but I'll tell you this much. It involves girls and usually white, wet t-shirts." She told him.
She and Harry watched and then laughed when an surprised looked dawned on Ron's freckled face, as he understood.
For the rest of the train ride, the three of them talked about the upcoming year at Hogwarts or Quidditch. Hermione though, couldn't stop every once in a while remembering how good Draco looked wet.
****************That was better wasn't it? Review and tell me what you think.