As Hermione sang along with the music, she had it up so loud that she didn't hear who had entered her room. Suddenly arms wrapped around her waist, shoved a napkin over her mouth and dragged her out to the common room. The arms let go of her and let her breathe, as they pushed her into a chair. There stood, Draco, dressed in baggy clothes, and other females surrounded Hermione.
'What the fuck, Malfoy?' he just smirked at her and stepped back.
'Welcome ladies, to my contest. Granger and Patil here have known about this for awhile. If you do not wish to become a Hoe I suggest you leave now', A lot of girls stood up and left, but there was still many left.
'Now, I need you all to pick up the quills and the parchment underneath your chairs and write your name, house and age, then place it in my little red box here', he smiled proudly as he tapped the box that was inline with his pelvis. Every girl bent down and picked up the things under their chairs and began to scratch their quills over their parchment. 1 by 1, they dropped their entries into the box and sat back in their respected seats.
'Now, 1st Challenge Is tonight, meet me here at 11pm, dress sexy, Now goodbye', being the 1st one to stand up Hermione walked straight into her room.
'Why am I doing this?' she said to herself out loud.
Because as Mr Malfoy pointed out…we cannot resist a challenge, her head answered for her as she got up off the floor and jumped on her bed. She had 3 hours before the challenge, so she decided to get some beauty sleep.
10:30pm, her clock read as she lifted her head and squinted slightly at it. Time to get up, was her only thought as he flicked the covers off and stood up, stretching.
'Finally, I thought you'd never wake up', came a silky voice from a darkened corner.
'Oh, and you care?' she said not needing to check who it was.
'Of Course, can't let my best contestant lose can I?' he said silkily as she stood up.
'Aw, gee, thanks for caring', she said waving him off and looking through her wardrobe.
'No, No, and No', he said throwing the clothes she put on her bed across the room, 'not this, this', he said pulling out a blood red corset/shirt.
'Why that?' she said holding it against her.
'Your dressing to impress me, better chance if you let me choose', he said as he pushed her aside and pulled out flared leather pants and comfortable high heeled boots to go with the corset/shirt.
