Underpants
"Draco Malfoy! You unlock this door right this minute!" Hermione cried, pounding a tight fist on the wooden door. Draco snorted. What was she, his mother?
"No, Granger. Not until you tell me what had your wand in a knot last night." Draco said breezily. He turned on both silver sink spouts to full blast, and let the rushing water tantalize the brunette's bladder. There, He thought, That ought to get her to talk. He was met by a more furious banging on the door.
"Malfoy!" She screamed. He just chuckled.
A sudden idea popped into Hermione's frizzy head, and she quietly marched from her room, to the snake's green den. I can't believe I am doing this!, she thought, glancing at the piles of clothes already around the room. She swallowed hard when she spotted several pairs of boxers, patterned in plaid. Hermione's hair got into her mouth as she forcefully turned her head.
She tried to focus on anything besides her bladder and the blond boy's...undergarments. She settled on the darkness of the room. There is surely not enough reading light, she decided, I'm glad Mc Gonagall didn't give me this room.
Hermione's fingers wrapped tightly around the bathroom door's knob. As she opened it, she tried to will the door not to squeak, but against her wishes, the hunk of wood groaned, alarming Draco. He spun around, his wand pointed at his intruder.
"Granger! What the hell are you doing!" He spat, giving his wand a sharp thrust in her direction like a sword.
Hermione didn't take any notice to Draco's wand, or his shirtless chest as she scrambled to one of the two bathroom stalls and slammed the door. A few minutes, and a flush later, the stall reopened. She stepped out.
Hermione took in Draco's appearance now. The defined abs, the pale skin, the prominent muscles. Draco's platinum blond hair was messy from sleep, but it only added to his looks. His gray eyes were amused, bright and playful. She couldn't help, but think that she had finally found a positive to Quidditch.
"Granger, eyes up here." Draco called, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. The brown eyes dragged from roaming his body, to his face. Hermione blushed.
"I wasn't staring. I...I was noticing how Quidditch is a barbaric sport, and has no positive side at all." She said as she crossed her arms.
"You blush says differently." Draco said coyly, folding his arms as well. Hermione huffed and pushed past him to the sink. Draco leaned against the wall as she let the cool water run over her hands, rinsing away the soap bubbles.
"Can you tell me why you ran away crying last night now?" he asked, his irritation dripping into his voice. Hermione didn't even look up, but he noticed the fading light in her eyes.
"Nope."
"And why not?" He asked angrily. She turned, her hands on her hips and her hair crackling with energy.
"Because I'm not part of your little fan club, and I don't give into you every little wish like a lost puppy." She spat. Draco would never admit it, but that had stunned him for a moment.
"N-no, it's because your afraid if you let you guards down, you'll fall for me." he said.
"That is not why! I don't fall for guys who leave their underpants all over their floor! Nice pattern by the way, you're Mum does a real good job of picking them out." She mocked. Draco's cheeks turned red.
"I pick out my own underpants!" He insisted, but Hermione was already out the door.
I'm sorry this chapters short. I originally planned to write more, but I though this was the perfect way to end it. Thanks for all the feed back I got, and as always, please review!
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