Draco's P.O.V.
Tap…Tap…tap.tap.tap! "Damn it! I'm coming to the bloody window!" I finally gave up trying to sleep, and threw the pillow off my head; slamming it against the wall. Throwing the covers off, I slowly walked to the window. There the owl hooted, continually pecking at the glass. With a sigh I opened the window. The owl flew in, while managing to knock over everything in its wake. "Shit" I swore then quickly managed to capture it around the leg, but as I took a step; I tripped. Right over the blasted covers and as I fell, all I could think was: Save me, save the owl. Well, I guess my body made the decision for me, as I crashed to the floor; the owl protected by my body. So much for Vampire awareness, I seemed to be falling over as of late. Then to make matters worse, I heard as the door to the bathroom creaked open quickly.
The owl seeing the invader; bit me! My hand instantly released its hold, and the bird flew toward the person. I twisted, the covers tightening around my thighs, and legs in a very uncomfortable position, to see my invader.
That's how I found myself downright staring at Hermione Granger, the one girl in the world I never knew who could have curves like that! Her mouth was open in a silent o, as she stared wide-eyed down at me. For a moment none of us could speak. I tried desperately to keep my eyes averted from the long red silken robe that formed to her body like a second skin. I knew she had just come from a shower, and her long damp curly hair fell in small bounces to the small of her back. The fact that I had noticed that she was cold, stirred lust in my lower stomach.
I swallowed loudly, and then coughed to hide the tension that was slowly growing in the room, "So I see you are here to see me at my moment of weakness." I tried to sound humored, but the cough that was stuck in my throat changed all that. At first she didn't respond, then she said softly, "I… I heard the crashes and I… I came here to see…" Her words were mumbled, and she seemed shy all of a sudden. I rose from the floor, clenching my stomach to keep lower parts of my body from reacting to the female body that stood so near with very little clothing on. I asked concerned, "Granger are you alright?" Her face blanched, as I approached, and she quickly backed into the bathroom. "I… I'm fine." She quickly grabbed the bird from her shoulder, and threw him to me, "I have to go… I didn't mean to disturb you," and with that she fled into her own room.
For a moment I was utterly shocked. What was wrong with Granger? I sighed, pushing the stray pieces of hair from my face. Then I turned back to the owl as it hooted angrily at me. "Stupid bird!" I said as I glared at it. Then I noticed the letter, the thing that had started this whole episode. That's when I saw the blood. The blood that stained and dripped from the envelope.
Hermione's P.O.V.
Oh my God, Malfoy probably thought me a total nutcase, I thought as I drank my pumpkin juice down in rapid gulps until the bottom of the cup could be seen. I placed the cup back down on the table, and gave a quiet burp of content. That's when I notice Ron and Harry staring at me like I had grown an extra head. "Thirsty are you, Hermione?" Ron said shocked. I blushed, "Yea, I guess so." Ron just nodded his head and laughed then went back to eating his breakfast. Harry on the other hand whispered over to me, "Rough night?" I nodded my head slowly, "I just had a shock this morning. It came as a huge shock." "What was it, Malfoy?" Ron asked sarcastically. Instantly upon saying his name I jumped. Now I had both Ron's and Harry's eyes staring over at me seriously. Ron stood from his chair; ready to jump across the Great Hall to punch Malfoy in the face. "What did that ferret do Hermione?" He nearly yelled. I grabbed his cloak, and made him slam back down onto the bench. I laughed nervously, "What would you expect, I just forgot about Malfoy being there. It was just a morning shock. You don't need to freak out Ron." Ron nodded his head slightly, but kept peering angrily over at the Slytheirn Table.
I sighed, thanking god for that close call. What would they think of what I really saw? I could still see the image that was now engraved forever into my brain.
I remember hearing the crashes from his room, since I was in the bathroom drying up after my shower. On the other side of the bathroom I could see that his door was slightly open. Automatically I thought something bad was happening, and reacting to my Gryffindor bravery; I shot the door open looking for an attacker. All I found was an owl that flew right over to me from a bundle on the floor. It landed on my shoulder lightly, and hooted happily into my ear.
That's when I saw what appeared to be a bundle of covers turn into Draco Malfoy. His whole body twisted toward me, and those sharp eyes of grayish blue cut to mine. Right then I was spellbound. His blonde hair fell slowly into his eyes, and for once it wasn't slicked with gel, and the effect was magical. I felt my breath hitch, and my eyes acting upon their own selves admired the body that rested twisted in the blankets in a most sexual way. The fact that everything from the waist down was covered left my mind to picture the naughtiest things I had never even thought of. Slowly my eyes rose back up, and stopped upon seeing the chiseled abs that spoke of workouts and sweat, and sweat was what made my body act. All of this happened it but a few seconds, but to me it was an eternity. I whipped my eyes away to land on his face, which wasn't looking at me.
I hardly even registered what he said, but all it registered in my mind was something resembling a purr. Crap, now my mind was making it into a seducing thing. As he rose I gulped; the covers slowly slipped down to reveal the black silk boxes that hung low on his hips, and my eyes slowly followed the light blonde hair the started at his belly button, and went down to the boxers, where it still continued lower to... God I was thinking so perverted, but the way his abs quivered when he clenched to rise himself up from the floor was a sin. No guy should look that sexy. After all that, all I remembered was the guilt I felt as I fled the room.
I was pulled from my thoughts quickly enough, "Ummm… Hermione you're turning red… I don't think your breathing." I blushed even more as I took in the much needed air. "I ahhh… was remembering something really…" I trailed off nervously trying not to stare Harry in the eye.
Slowly I returned to absent mindedly picking at the food on my plate. That's when I glanced over at the object of my minds turmoil, which was seated at the Slytherin table. Bad mistake. Cool eyes met mine, and I jumped involuntarily. He mouthed, "Meet me later." I gulped, and I bet my eyes were as big as golf balls. I nodded my head slowly and I felt as dread filled my body like lead.