Clouds drifted across the sky and the temperature plummeted in a way that only happened in Scotland. The little clique sat idly chatting in the grass. Lazily they got to their feet, collecting the robes they had discarded in the earlier warmth and picked their way towards the shoreline so they could retrace the pathway back up to the Castle.

Hermione shuddered at the sudden breeze and turned to Malfoy.

"Come on" she said quietly, before following the little group towards where the path from the hill met the pebbles of the shore.

Malfoy looked at the sky and took a deep breath. Years living here and the patient observation honed from many a night spent in quiet solitude up on the Astronomy Tower had taught him much about the unique way the weather behaved here.

Breathing in, he called to Hermione that it was about to rain. He knew it was from the way the wind carried a damp musty smell with it.

"Well come on then" she called as she picked her way up the path.

Suddenly there was an almighty crash of thunder.

Startled, Hermione yelped, jumping a little, losing her footing, bruising her ankle.

Malfoy rushed to her and in one swift motion scooped her up.

Nose to nose, she saw the concern on his face before he masked it with a silent, frustrated frown.

Neither said a word.

The heavens then opened and a light pitter patter could be heard on the leaves of the trees on the edge of the forbidden forest.

Hermione got to her feet and the pair of unwitting time-travel companions made their way hurriedly to the Castle.

The light pitter patter became a heavy staccato as the rain thumped down on the little tin chimney of Hagrid's hut.

Malfoy tore off his robe and held it over their heads as a make-shift covering in an attempt to shield them from the rain as they broke into a run.

When they reached the covered cloisters of the courtyard, they saw that the group they stalked where huddled indecisively against the wall, Sirius leaning out through one of the archways, James checking Lily wasn't too cold.

Hermione gave another shudder and brought her arms up across her chest. They were both drenched, she more so because she was without a jumper. Her sodden curls dampened to her forehead and he noted before averting his gaze, that her crisp white school shirt had become translucent, sticking itself to curves he didn't even know she had. Her cheeks were rosy red from exertion, her breathing rapid. They were inches apart, hearts racing, struggling to get their breath back, eyes locked in each others' heady gaze.

She leant against the wall and closed her eyes.

She looked positively captivating, he thought.

Silently he took a step closer to her and, feeling his proximity, her eyes snapped open.

Neither spoke as he lifted the damp curls from her forehead, his hand coming to rest on the side of her head as he looked down on her.

Confused by the emotion, Hermione stared for a moment, before pushing herself away from the wall.

She turned and saw the group ambling up the cloister.

"Come on" she whispered, her voice hoarse.

The group split in the corridor just after the Great Hall as Lily and James made their way to their private common room, Hermione and Malfoy following behind.

Settling themselves on the couch, they warmed themselves as best they could. Each bitterly thought they could use a wand right about now but these had been left with their things in the library of their own time. She hadn't expected to need hers as she pulled great tomes from the shelves and carried them back to her study desk, and he had just been too lazy, leaving his own in the leather satchel at his feet as he sat waiting for his minions, Crabbe and Goyle, to return with the book he sent them to fetch. He had grown impatient when they hadn't returned and had snatched it up for himself, turning on his heel and colliding with the frizzy haired witch. Now both rued their own tardiness.

Hermione sat shivering, her hands reaching out towards the flames.

"You should get out of that shirt" Malfoy said, gesturing to the saturated garment.

Her eyes narrowed as she threw him a sidelong look of contempt.

"I am not taking off my clothes for you, Malfoy!" she hissed.

He smirked at his own faux pas.

"I only meant for the sake of your health, Granger!" he replied, chuckling. "Here" he muttered, grabbing the hem of his school jumper and pulling it off over his head, his untucked shirt riding up and exposing taut stomach muscles and the distinct V of his lower abs. She sucked in a breath, blushing furiously, unable to avert her gaze. The shirt dropped back down and her vision clouded over with a deep slate grey. It was a moment or two before her brain registered that he had thrust his jumper in front of her face.

He smirked at her, knowing full well that she had been admiring the glimpse he had deliberately given her of his sculpted torso.

Knowing she had little option, she took the jumper he proffered her and stood, waiting for him to turn around to afford her a modicum of privacy.

The smirk appeared to be ingrained on his face as he turned to face the other way.

Slowly she turned so they had their backs to one another and began peeling the drenched shirt from her body. Draco turned a little to glance over his shoulder, glimpsing her slick flesh as she dropped the shirt to the floor. He had assumed the dark shadow of her bra under the wet shirt had been black. Now, even in the low light provided by glow of the common room fire, he was able to see his mistake from the small amount of fabric exposed to his stares.

It was unmistakable and it shocked him as much as it thrilled him.

Her bra was Emerald green.