A Pretty Girl in Blue Robes
by The Eighth Weasley
Draco stared at the very pretty girl in blue robes as she passed him on Viktor Krum's arm. For a moment he didn't recognize her, then suddenly it hit. That couldn't be Granger, could it? Her hair was all... not bushy, and her back was, well, straight. And she was smiling. And her teeth weren't huge. What had happened? Why wasn't she ugly?
And then he blinked, shaking his head slightly. Granger couldn't ever be anything but ugly. She was a Mudblood, a Gryffindor too, and a bossy know-it-all.
Draco felt Pansy clutching his arm, and suddenly became fully aware of how thin and sharp her fingers were.
"What a slut," Pansy hissed at him.
"Rrhphmm?" Draco answered, swallowing and still watching Granger.
"Granger," Pansy elaborated into his shoulder, her brittle fingers digging into his forearm. "Look at that bitch! Hanging on Krum's arm like that. I wonder how many times she had to sleep with him to get him to pay for those robes, I mean, there's no way she could have bought them herself, and he probably had to pick them out, that chit has no taste..."
Draco tuned out Pansy's angry words, and let his eyes trail after Granger's figure as the couple walked through the doors.
Nice tush, he thought, watching her hips, and then closed his eyes and bit his tongue to bring the real world back into focus.
"Come on, Pansy," he said abruptly, interrupting her speculative tirade about Granger's love life, then pulled her with him into the crowd that now streamed into the Great Hall.
--fin--