Chapter 9
Your Manners Are Lacking
I do not own obviously.
It was five past eleven when Hermione walked into her shared common room. Mentally reliving her detention, she failed to notice a shirtless Malfoy lounging on one of the couches reading.
The common room was decently sized with a kitchenette off to one side, and a desk on the other side where bookshelves lined the wall. Stairs led to seperate bedrooms conjoined only by a bathroom.
Hermione made her way into the kitchenette to make herself some tea.
"Aren't you going to ask if I would like any? Your manners are lacking Granger."
"Oh." Hermione gasped, finally noticing him, "You startled me."
"Yes well, you are making quite the racket and I'm trying to read obviously." Draco scoffed, gesturing to his book.
"Whatever. I'm putting a full pot on but if you want any you will have to make it yourself." Smiling slightly she said, "You were reading? I wasn't aware you could read."
Draco narrowed his eyes, not finding her the least bit amusing.
"Clearly I can read. Or have you not noticed I'm Head Boy?"
The brunette simply shrugged as she finished her tea preparations. Turning away from the stove Hermione walked over to the couches.
"Merlin Granger, don't you know how to button your own shirt?" DRaco asked eyeing her suspiciously.
"Oh crap." She muttered as she quickly unbuttoned her shirt.
As she got the last of the buttons undone she heard the teapot whistle. Hermione glanced in its direction forgetting about her shirt. She figured it wouldn't matter anyway, he was Malfoy, he's seen bras before. Walking back into the kitchenette, she slid her shirt off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
Draco could not believe what he was seeing. It was as if she were spotlighted in the middle of the small kitchen area. She was perfectly tanned and her skin looked warm and soft. Her stomach was flat and he had the frightening urge to touch her. She was in a black and green lace bra. Her breasts looked as if they would spill out any moment now.
Hermione sipped her tea and their eyes met. He was breathing a little harder then he wanted to be.
"The pots ready." She said as she picked up her things from where she dropped them and went to her room.
He didn't like this one bit. Draco tried to ignore the growing erection in his pants as to went to his room.
'I will not be seduced by a mudblood.' Draco thought to himself as he slammed his bedroom door.
The next morning found Ron and Harry in a panick. They were sitting in the great hall waiting for Hermione to join them. Harry finally convinced Ron to tell her about the spell so they could make sure he hadn't cursed their female friend on accident.
When she finally walked through the doors a hush fell over the students. People were still getting used to the wardrobe change Malfoy inflicted. Something about the tilt of her chin set Harry's teeth on edge.
"Ron, I think that spell may have worked, look at her." Harry said turning to the red head.
But it seemed he had already noticed her. Hermione had her hair pulled into a high ponytail, which she rarely ever did, and she wasn't wearing her robes. Her pleated mini skirt showed off her shapely legs, which were mostly covered by her knee high boots. Hermione flipped the end of her ponytail off her shoulder as she reached the table.
"Hi guys." She said leaning over the table to peck them quickly on the cheek.
Ron was lost in her exposed cleavage and only mumbled his greeting. Harry however, was not going to be that easily distracted.
"Morning 'Mione. Ron has something he wants to tell you."
Harry had to elbow Ron to bring his focus to the conversation.
"Oh right." Ron said finally focusing.
"What's up Ron."
"Well, I heard about what happened in Potion yesterday." Ron started.
"You heard about that?" Hermione had no clue how he knew about her sexual encounter with Snape. She was sure Snape hadn't told anyone.
"Ya, I didn't think you deserved a week's worth of detentions. And on the first day too. So I thought I could help a little with a confidence charm." Ron wasn't looking at her, and he shifted uncomfortably.
"Ron that's a serious charm. You are lucky it didn't work, I could have a complete personality change. Or your wand could have exploded. You don't really have the skill to be performing charms like that, and I would appreciate it if you never tried something like that again." Hermione ranted.
"Are you sure it didn't have any effect on you?" Harry asked, concern etched across his face.
"Yes Harry. I feel fine." She said smiling.
Ron seemed reassured that all was well and started piling food onto his plate. Harry wasn't so sure. Eyeing her suspiciously he decided he would keep his eyes on her today, just to make sure. Hopefully in the few classes they had together would prove the charm really was faulty.
