Chapter 3

It was Hermione's second day back at Hogwarts. She was sitting at the Gryffindor table across from her two best friends, Harry and Ron. Conversation was impossible at this point as both were stuffing their faces with as much breakfast as they could. Boys...

To occupy herself, Hermione studied the people around her. Harry and Ron had both grown over the summer since she had last seen them. Come to think of it a lot of the boys in her year had. Harry still sported his messy black hair, lightning bolt scar, and glasses, but had gained some muscle tone, she noticed from the fit of his school robes. Ron was in good shape as well she observed, though less than Harry. Hermione was frankly surprised than he didn't wasn't five hundred pounds, judging by the amount of food he gobbled down each day. Also sitting close to her were more of her Gryffindor peers: Dean and Seamus trying to chat up her close friend Ginny Weasley, Lavender and Paravti watching this display closely in order to gossip about it later, and Neville eating his eggs over a book she thought certainly must be about Herbology.

Hermione heard the doors to the Great Hall open and looked to see the new Slytherin transfer student enter through the door. She was once again wearing a variation of the school uniform; today she sported a black dress over a white oxford shirt. Hermione felt a twinge of jealousy seeing the girl walk confidently to her House's table. She envied her figure, wishing she herself had more curves instead of her stick skinny body.

Ron, surprisingly, noticed Hermione's preoccupation, and turned to see who she was looking at

"Stupid Slytherins," he bit out. "They all think they're so much better than everybody else." Hermione didn't respond, but Harry caught on to the conversation and turned to scan the Slytherin table, stopping when his eyes landed on Caroline Logan.

"I don't know... most are pretty bad, but don't you think we should wait before we judge this new girl?" he answered.

"Oh come off it, Harry! Don't tell me you already fancy this new bird? Just because she has a nice ass and an even nicer-"

"Ronald!" exclaimed Hermione. Ron coughed in embarrassment before he continued.

"What I was saying was that, Harry, please don't turn soft on a Slytherin. They really all are sneaky bastards."

"First of all I do not 'fancy' the new girl," Harry replied adamantly. "And second, I just meant that she hasn't done anything yet, and that I reserve judgment until she does."

"Well, Harry, look again, because it appears that Miss Slytherin has gotten into trouble already. With Snape no less," Hermione said, motioning to Harry to turn around and see Professor Snape indeed scolding the girl for some reason.

-

Caroline was exhausted. She hadn't managed to fall asleep until after three in the morning, and had woken up early in order to shower and get ready before her roommates could disturb her. She had chosen to wear an outfit she determined fit the school's dress code. There was no way in hell she would be ever caught dead wearing a tie.

She exited the common room as a few people greeted her and she nodded back with acknowledgment. Navigating through the dungeons was confusing, but she strode confidently as she followed the direction the majority of students were headed. 'God,' she thought. 'This place is like a freaking maze! And not even a nice one. It's a dark dingy and smelly maze!"

Grateful to be out of the dungeons, Caroline finally entered the Great Hall. She made her way towards the table she ate dinner at the previous evening, and sat down with students she guessed were her age.

"Blasie Zabini," the boy sitting next to her greeted with a crooked smile. 'Not again!' Caroline inwardly groaned. She however replied politely:

"It's nice to meet you, I'm-"

"Miss Logan," sneered Professor Snape from behind her. "Would you mind standing up please?"

"Um, yes sir." she answered confused, but did what she was told.

"Ah, that's what I thought. Breaking rules already. And it's only your second day back. Pity."

"Excuse me, Professor, but I'm afraid that I don't know what you mean," she replied.

"I'm sorry to inform you Miss Logan, but you are not wearing proper Hogwarts attire," he said, but did not sound at all sorry. "I'm going to have to ask you to borrow a uniform from one of your other Slytherin peers. I'm sure you must be acquainted with some already." He said while looking smirking towards Millicent Bustrode, the girl who had previously been sitting in front of Caroline. And who was also a good hundred pounds heavier.

Caroline, however, noticed the blonde boy she had met last night enter the Great Hall and flashed him her most alluring smile. He immediately smirked back and made his way over to Snape and herself.

"Professor Snape, I see you've met the lovely Miss Logan. Is there anything I can help you two with?" he asked smoothly, looking toward Caroline.

"Why yes there is actually, Draco. You see the good Professor here would like me to get in your pants."

Instantly, Draco was choked for words. Snape turned a pale white, then green, then red. And Blaise Zabini, who had been listening all along burst out into laughter.

"So do you think you have an extra uniform I could borrow for today?" Caroline continued as if she hadn't realized the men's reactions. Draco recovered quickly, cleared his throat, and said he did.

"Thank-you so much. I'll see you later Professor," she said with a smile, before turning to exit the Great Hall with Draco Malfoy.

-

"Wow, I have never seen Snape turn that colour before! That was absolutely hilarious!" raved Draco to Caroline as they made their way to their dorms. "You sure are one hell of a Slytherin."

"I'm just a Slytherin who really likes her clothes," replied Caroline laughing. "You look like you have good taste."

"That I do. However I doubt you'll find anything your size in my closet," Draco answered, taking the opportunity to look her up and down once appreciatively.

"I'll make it work," she said assuredly, as they finally reached Draco's room. "So this is it, eh?"

"Welcome to Draco Malfoy's sex cave," he said winking at her.

"Lucky me. Let me guess, no shirt, no shoes, equals service?"

"That sounds about right," Draco laughed. "Let me show you my closet."

Caroline walked over to where he motioned and opened the two big doors. Inside she found a walk in closet filled with shirts, trousers, robes, ties, and the rest of Draco's expansive clothing collection.

"Impressive," she complimented.

"I'll tell my mother you think so. She'll be happy to hear it."

"Alright, I'll just be a minute."

"You don't have to change in there. There is much more space out here," suggested Draco.

"Good idea," she said, grabbing an armful of Draco's clothes out of the closet with her, much to his surprise. "Do you mind waiting in there for me?"

"Right, I thought it was too good to be true," he laughed, but did what she asked. He waited in the closet thinking about the half naked girl in his room until she called him out after fifteen minutes.

"So how do I look?" Caroline asked him, twirling around once. She was wearing one of his white button down shirts, belted with a Slytherin tie. Underneath she had somehow used magic to extend his black socks to her thighs, giving the appearance she was wearing tights.

"Frankly, you look amazing. Much better than I do wearing them, and that's saying something," he replied admiring the way his clothes looked on this stunning girl. "Let me just add one thing."

He unpinned the pin on his tie bearing the Malfoy crest and pinned it one the collar of her shirt.

"I can't have you taking credit for my clothes," he teased.

"Of course not," Caroline replied, knowing full well that he wasn't marking the clothes as his, but allowed it for the time being.

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