Note from Author: There are some numbers in brackets; they're like asterisks that prompt you to read the small print at the bottom of the page except this thing won't let me have asterisks. –sigh- Did you really think he was watching her? Ugh, you perverts! I mean…kind sweet angelic reviewers, please read on…

Disclaimer: Yes. A disclaimer. I've had ya all thinking I was JK Rowling for a few chapters there then, eh? Okay. So I was lazy and couldn't be bothered to put them in, so sue me. WAIT! Please don't! That's really why I'm writing this. I know, I know, I'm rambling, but I'm prolonging having to say the inevitable-I don't own Harry Potter or any os the friggin' related characters and settings, blah blah, yackedy smackedy! –sob-

Dodgy Towels & Truth Serum

Hermione's POV

Was he watching me take a bath!

I crossed my arms over my chest and held fast to my towel as I narrowed my eyes and gave him what is commonly known in England as 'evils'.

'Well? Do you have an explanation!' I demanded doing a scarily good impression of Ginny doing an impression of Mrs Weasley.

The pathetic guy whimpered! His face was reddening; he shuffled on his feet. Draco nervously brushed his hair out of his-wait! Draco…whimper? I undid my arms and placed them by my sides in what I thought to be an empathetical manner when…

Draco's POV

I wasn't looking, honest!

I went in for a bath, opening the bathroom door when she surfaced. How was I meant to know she was already there? I think I may have gasped actually, I mean, God, she looked H-O-T! This is coming from a Malfoy here, a pureblood, a born sex God, a-

Oh, whatever I am…I think at that moment in time I fell for her-until she stormed up to me looking very scary. I shall not confess…I just, er, won't deny, I can be a smidge of a wimp sometimes. Well, what ever I looked like she seemed to soften up. Hermione placed her arms by her sides and-

Oh. My. God!

Her towel fell down!

I know I gasped then. She squealed in a very girlish manner and thrust her arms over her chest and her-well basically I think she was kinda outraged.

But that couldn't help what I saw, and I hate myself cause, I…I liked it.

She ran with the towel not-doing-its job properly round her to her bedroom and locked the door.

Does she think I'm a bit of a, erm, pervert now?

Running into my bedroom I jumped on my bed and buried my face in my pillow trying to get rid of the mental image of her wearing –gulp- nothing.

I wasn't the one who made her towel fall though! How could she blame me for that?

I mean, really! How could she be mad at me for wanting a bath? Hmm?

Ohh, this is bad. I know girls don't ike it when you read the logos on their shirts theyre all like 'omg, you pervert, stop looking'. I mean girls really twist things don't they? Gawd, I don't think she's very happy right now. Arrgh! Hmph!

Heck, what do I know what she's feeling right now! She might just be very embarrassed or something.

I sat up taking my face out my silky pillow and felt something in my back robes pocket (1) and I felt something hard (2). I pulled out a small vial full of clear liquid. The truth serum (3)! I could use this on her and then I will know what she feels about this whole incident, I could get some dirt on her, I could even find out what she thinks about me! I placed it on my bedside cabinet and started to plot some qyquestions to ask her. Heh heh heh…

Hermione's POV

Oh my...

I can't believe that just happened! I am so embarrassed! And very angry!

I slumped against the tiled wall, slick with steam, and put my head in my hands.

What the heck is happening with me? I mean, my emotions are just everywhere.

(4)One minute I absolutely hate him and he's my worst enemy, the next moment theres some freaky connection, like we could see into each others souls, the next he's a friggin' peeping-tom and then my towel falls down and he sees my naked body, and I am so infuriated!. Hell I'm confused.

I start to weep into my hands, tears falling thick into my (thankfully now covered) lap and I just feel so overwhelmed. I don't know how long I sat there for, but I figured I had to get out sometime. Wiping my eyes with the back of my hand and making sure my towel is very firmly covering all the nessaccary parts, I stand up and quietly try to sneak back into my room with him noticing.

Alas, no avail.

Why, goddamnit, why id there always some trailing wire, or large root or just something around me I can trip on? Seriously, am I being stalked by little tripee's that get blackmailed/paid into tripping me up!

As you can guess from my rant there, I tripped. Not just stumbled a little, you know, place your hands inn front of you to catch yourself, then clutch your heart saying 'woah, that (tripee) was unexpected, lucky I didn't fall'. Not even tripped and landed on my hands. I was too busy keeping them a-holding my towel. I fell flat on my face, damp, bushy hair lying everywhere, screaming at the top of my lungs and squashing my nose in the carpet.

Ugh, what could I do next to embarrass my self?

1. (A/N I made that up…why would you have a pocket in the back of your robes? Only Draco does cause he's special.)

2. There u go again u sicko's! Just cause its hard and it's in his back pocket you assume.

3. Thanks elm tree w/e

4. Can you see my strategic 'bolding'?

Note from Author: I am unhappy. –sulks- Gallifrey STILL has its registration disabled! Not many will understand what I'm on about, just sympathise, nod your head now and again and pat m on the back. Ooh! And feed me biscuits!

Reviewing would also make me very happy, and you don't want to see me unhappy, do you!