Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter…but this is my mind
"Hermione?" Malfoy can't help looking at her face. That smooth, perfect face.
She looks at him willingly. Sitting in that poofy red armchair. Then she remembers what she just changed into.
She wasn't planning on going back down to the welcoming feast. She had put on her nightdress. It was almost transparent. It was obvious he could see her black lacy bra thru the pink silk.
Realizeing how much of her was exposed she started to head back to her room. As she turned she heard a sigh of disbelief from Malfoy.
"Don't leave," he said. "I want to look at you. I just want to look. You don't have to be bothered by me." She didn't believe that he could be that innocent. But she wanted to.
So she stayed. It wasn't like anyone could give her any shit for sitting with him. And no one would ever know. Instead of sitting away from him she sat as near as she could. Not on top of him but in the chair located five feet across from his. She sat with her arms, on the arms of the chair and her legs crossed loosely. She liked being looked at by him. She wanted to be wanted by him.
If only she knew…he thought. She wouldn't understand that he would change for her. He wanted to tell her. But she would laugh at him. He would laugh at himself. He wanted to tell her what he meant in the library. Bus he was afraid that she had forgotten. He was sure she had.
FYI: notice the short chappies…I'm typing these in class so they will be very short….