Mirror Mirror on the Wall

Malfoy began to walk over to me in catlike movements. I saw this and closed my eyes slowly. When he put hi hand on my shoulder, there was a jolt of electricity that went through us both, and he pulled his hand back very quickly. He looked at his hand and then to me, and then back to his hand.

"What hew bloody hell did you do! Put a bloody charm on me not to touch you" he asked, his voice barley containing his obvious anger.

"Me!" I asked outraged, "I did nothing of the sort! I felt it too. It's always someone else's fault with you, Malfoy!"

He walked back over to the bed and sat down just like before. The whole time glaring venomously at me. I picked the gown up from the floor, and placed it on the back of my desk chair sighing.

"Aren't you going to try it on? I would like to know just how ridiculous you would look in it. Go to the bathroom if you must," he snapped.

"You would say something like that, you great insensitive ferret!" I retorted.

So I preceded on with my previous activity. I grabbed the gown and headed towards the bathroom. I shut the door, locked it behind me, and proceeded to try the gown on. Once it was on, I really felt somewhat girly and silly. Nonetheless, I took a deep breath, unlocked the door, and stepped into the room and awaited my doom.

Much to my surprise, however, my entrance wasn't met with a snide remark from Malfoy. I looked at him skeptically and saw something dark in his eyes. This made me rather nervous. I swallowed thickly, the nervousness churning in my stomach, as he continued to stare oddly at me. I looked down at myself in the silky midnight blue material, wondering what it was he was staring at so intently.

Draco had looked up at the sound of the door being unlocked, and then opening. Eyes widening as she stepped out. The silk gown clung to the girls every curve. The skirt swept the floor, her hair flowed down her back in waves, and her face was flushed. He couldn't come up with a single insult. It felt as though he was being drawn towards her. He shook himself roughly hen sneered.

"Why are you looking at me, Granger? The mirror is over there. However, I bet you wish I were your reflection. Pity really, that such a gown belongs to a mudblood, but I must say, you wear it well," he said.

I flushed again, noticing a hidden compliment in his snide remark. Gathering up my skirt in my hands I approached the mirror and uttered a slight gasp. I couldn't believe it was my reflection I was seeing in the mirror. I spun around smiling. Hardly recognizing myself, my eyes locked on the reflection, noticing how the gown clung to my curves.

The collar dipped low in a v-shape, from my mid-back to the small of my back, and down the front to just below my chest, in a very tasteful manner. The silk was thin over my shoulders, like a ribbon you would put into your hair. The skirt clung down to my thighs and then proceeded to fan outward like a fluted Champaign glass. As I spun around, realization struck me.

The dress zipped up in the back, from my mid-back to the small of my back. I'd managed to get the zipper up, but the way the dress folded and was arranged to cover the zipper, finding it would be very difficult. I had one of two options, ask Malfoy to get the zipper, or disturb my parents and listen to them gush, oh and ah. I opted for Malfoy, although the latter of the two would have been the wiser decision.

I walked to my dresser, and got out a pair of orange pajama bottoms with a checkered pattern, and a white tank top, then I looked at the floor as I slowly walked over to where Malfoy sat.

He raised a questioning eyebrow at me as I gathered my hair, pulling it forward over my shoulder so that my back was facing him, and then asked him to unzip the gown.

He pressed a hand against the gown and her back as he used his free hand to unzip the gown . His eyes followed the decent of the zipper as more and more of my back was exposed. He noticed my shiver as his fingers its lowering pattern. When the zipper was almost done, a wicked thought occurred to him.

He leaned in close to me, his breath warming my back, and then he lightly pressed his lips to my mid-back as his fingers brushed the small of my back. He smugly smiled at how quickly I retreated to the bathroom.

He got off her bed and walked over to face her mirror, looking over his reflection. There were no cuts, bruises, or stray marks anywhere. Once he was done admiring his reflection, he turned to face Hermione's room. The walls were painted a light green, the furniture was wicker, and the room was rather messy, other than her large array of books. This was funny to him, seeing her room a mess, he always figured it would be as perfect as she, however, he was wrong and figured this to be her dirty little secret; her place to unwind. But the books, various ones cluttered about. Books filled several shelves on her wall, and were in neat alphabetized stacks on her floor, and even a few lying open on her desk.

Draco shook his head in amazement. This girl practically lived in a library.

He found himself drawn to the desk. He picked up one of the books; a pink one, turned it over, and looked at the title. Wuthering Heights. It was by a woman, he snorted his disapproval, but was intrigued nonetheless. He flipped through it, stopping randomly and scanning over the pages. He was so busy looking through the book, that he had not noticed Hermione come out of her bathroom.

I noticed the book in his hands and looked at him curiously. I took in a sharp breath when I realized what book he had.

He turned and looked up from the book. He noticed how she looked in the pajama bottoms and her white tank top. His mouth went dry and his eyes turned into a dark deep blue.

I crossed the room to get to him, and then took the book from his very fingers. I looked down a the book and suddenly paled. He had picked up my copy of Wuthering Heights, one of my favorite muggle books.

I'd read the book dozens of times, and just seeing him holding something so precious to me was too much to handle, and the look he was giving me made me flush faintly. I shook and looked up when Malfoy cleared his throat.

"Is this how you present yourself Granger, around Potty and the Weasel? My, it's no wonder they're at your beck and call. Here I thought you were Potter's pet mudblood, when really clearly he's your little pet," Draco spat while sneering.

My eyes flashed in apparent anger, "What would make you say that?"

He then raised his eyebrow in shock. "Are you completely out of your head; are you mental? How often do you look in a mirror? Never really took much notice of you before in the school uniform; you certainly do a good job at concealing yourself. I've certainly missed out on a lot."

He smirked once more and continued, "Oh, and just what is you attachment to that book? Didn't think you were the type to read romance, Granger."

"It's not romance!" "Besides, I'm not one for romance; I'm too much of a realist for that." I snapped and continued in my own defense, "Wuthering Heights is a story about a man destroyed by ambition, and at the end of his days he seeks redemption. His love was corrupted by his misguided passion."

"Passion can often be misguided," Draco whispered as he took a step closer to me leaning down.

My eyes snapped up to meet his, and for a moment I froze. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Are you seducible?" he asked slyly, fully knowing the answer.

"I'm not the type of girl you can seduce, Malfoy. Now, it's getting late, and I'm exhausted. I suppose you'll want the bed so I'll take the floor."

"Well I do want the bed, and although a mudblood like you deserves the floor, your bed is rather large enough for the both of us. My only request is that you restrain yourself and stay on your side, even though I'm so irresistible," Malfoy smiled smugly at me. "And I thought we had already settled the sleeping arrangements previously."

I let out an indignant snort and sent a glare his way before crawling into the right side of the bed. I managed to quickly untangle the covers, then turn on my side and curl up.

Sometime during the duration of untangling the covers I placed the book on my nightstand. I then muttered something to him about shutting off the light and then slipped into a deep slumber.

Malfoy watched over her until she fell asleep. He liked hearing the soft sounds of her breathing, and the rise and fall of her chest. He shook himself and went into the bathroom. After relieving himself he washed his hands, looking into the mirror, and sighed. He splashed cool water on his face, noticed her mouthwash, and swished some in his mouth, since he had no toothbrush, spit it out, then dried his face and hands off with one of her towels hanging from a rack by the door, inhaling her sweet scent as he did so. He felt refreshed and walked out of the bathroom.

He turned off the light and swore silently when he stubbed his toe against one of the many stacks of books. Luckily they didn't topple over. He found his way to the left side of the bed, and lightly crawled into it. He pulled the covers up, but still couldn't get comfortable. He turned towards her and took in a long deep shuddering breath as he looked at her long wavy hair in the shadowed moonlight filtering into her room through the blinds. And that was how he fell asleep.