Disclaimer: I do not own harry Potter blah blah blah Draco's an idiot blah blah blah
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The next morning was indistinguishable from the night. The sun rose, denying the sunset leaves of light through thick black clouds, pregnant with impending rain. Amber eyes, itched with sleep, opened slightly, only to face confusion before they closed again. Her body rolled over in the satin sheets, a mumble about dark escaping her slightly parted lips.
With a flash of lightning, she blinked her eyes open, and thunder made her leap from the bed and grab her towel. She raced down to the common room while struggling to get her school robe on over her pyjamas, trying to hide her sleeping in from her classmates. She had had it planned perfectly, the sun would shine directly into her face every morning, effectively waking her up. Even a small amount of light woke her, so cloudy days were not a hassle for her. Today, however, the sky darker than night, she had not awoken until the sounds from late students, their thundering steps echoing the outside weather, had reverberated in the common room. The towel she quickly discarded in Myrtle's bathroom, fully intent on retrieving it later. Her sock feet padded to the Great Hall, allowing her to find her seat discreetly. She ate little, her stomach still felt full from the feast the night before. It was then off to classes she went, trying to stifle yawns and stay alert and attentive to what people around her were saying.
At lunch time, she found herself in the library, for the first time since her meeting with Malfoy. She hid in the front, with the rest of the students as oppose to the back, with the dusty tomes she regarded as old friends. She was flipping through first year books, trying to find one she could read, when she realized that she still didn't have her book back from the astronomy tower. The pelting rain attacked the windows, and Hermoine knew that the book was ruined, but she might be able to save it with a charm. She grabbed her towel on the way to the tower, deciding to multitask.
At the door to the terrace, she removed her socks and robe, striping down to her shorts and nightie, both a pale pink that mimicked her rosy lips. The colour softened her face, erasing lines of worry and diminishing bags under her eyes. She stepped carefully, remembering the event two nights before, when she had originally forgotten the book. The towel was folded in a pile with her robe, and she was intent on using it when she passed over the threshold once more.
Sure enough, the book was sitting on the ledge, water-soaked pages filled to the brim and expelling further attacks, the rain battering against it hopelessly. Hermoine inched closer, willfully allowing the forces of nature to soak her hair, to cleanse her. Her hand outstretched, she leaned forwards slightly to grab the book, but lost her footing in the near-black atmosphere of the astronomy tower.
A scream escaped her, unnoticed in the roar of thunder and lightening, dancing nervously through black clouds. The cold rain, turning hateful, rushed her towards that same opening that had almost closed it's jaws around her previously. Her slick pyjamas slid lightly across the stones, her hands grasping desperately at nothing, trying to find purchase on the smooth ground.
Suddenly, she was floating, her body lifted off of the stones, her eyes shut tight against her approaching death. The realisation that she was not falling took mere moments to sink in, but when she opened her eyes, he was already wearing a smirk.
"Have a death wish, Granger?" His platinum hair was slowly being pushed against his skull, shaping to the contour of his head, becoming translucent and leading Hermoine to the thought that this is what he would look like if bald. "What, don't recognise a 'wingardium leviosa' charm?" He continued, his smirk growing wider.
"I see you're doing better," Hermoine replied from her spot in the sky. The rain was cold on her back, making her shiver slightly in the daytime twilight.
"No thanks to that weasel. I had to miss my afternoon classes because Pomfrey noticed something was up." Draco looked absolutely livid about that.
"But I thought you hated class?" Hermoine's amber eyes widened in the darkness, realizing that she had thought aloud. She could have hexed herself for her stupidity, but merely bit her lower lip in frustration, the sharp pain allowing her mind to focus on a fact rather than an emotion.
"I don't think that is any of your concern." Something like fear flickered across his face before she found herself turned and placed carefully on the ground. She looked up into his eyes, the grey depths flickering across her body before he turned his own, his right had shielding his eyes.
"What?" She asked moodily, expecting some sort of insult in the pouring rain.
"Your clothing is... translucent when wet," he offered. She had felt the cling of wet material, but as she looked down at herself, she realised that opaque pastel turned a blushing transparent colour, one that made her cheeks burn as she raced off of the terrace and into the room, wrapping the towel around herself, securing her innocence from prying eyes. She had her robe in one hand and wand in the other, attempting to think up a drying charm, a thought that eluded her, when her hair dried itself. She turned to the door, losing her towel, but not noticing in her anger. How dare he baby her! She was perfectly capable of drying her own hair.
A flash of lightning allowed Draco to glimpse her wet form, and quickly he memorized the sight. Long legs, perfectly shaped with water droplets running down smoothly, a small waist that her rose shirt clung to, perfect, supple breasts, a thin and proud neck, and anger, like a glint on steel, reflecting from her eyes.
Draco Malfoy took an involuntary step back and slipped on the stones, a pathetic re-enactment of Hermoine's mishap.
It took Hermoine a moment to realize that he was actually falling, rushing with the water, unable to save himself.
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A/n: yes, another attempt at a cliff hanger. No more updates (in this story) until I get atleast three reviews, from three different people! Ha. ((feeling smart))