*Chapter 3 – Hermione*
(A/N I'm going to right the next two chapters in the first person. I'll see which you guys prefer :3)
I crept out into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Subconsciously , I started to eye my chest. Was I big enough? Lavender Brown was huge, her back bent over her huge boulders. I sighed. Angelina wasn't that big, but she had a beautiful hourglass figure, with velvety dark skin… no wonder Fred preferred her to me…
Wait, what? Had I just thought that? I dismissed it, smoothing my hair into a light braid behind my head, and tiptoed onto the winding landing. As I was nearing my bedroom, I bumped into a rock-hard chest. Warm, rough hands folded around my bare arms asI rocked backwards. I looked up into the glimmering eyes of Fred Weasley. He was startled, I could tell. After a long moment, but at the same time not long enough, he seemed to realise what kind of position we were in, and stepped back, awkwardly clearing his throat. Heat radiated off the places on my arms where his hands were. My cheeks were on fire. And of course, Fred noticed. "My presence makes you uncomfortable, Granger?" he smirked, leaning against the wall behind him. "No way, Weasley" I snapped, hating the way he not only spoke the truth, but he also reminded me of Malfoy. Fred's smirk, however, dropped. "Easy, 'Mione. It was a joke" he said, pushing off the wall. I felt awful. " No, Fred, I-" "S'okay, I get it" he said, brushing past me. He was so close, I could even smell him. His wavy hair smelled of apple shampoo and cinnamon. His cologne was subtle and light, somehow drawing me closer to him. He looked over at me questioningly. I dipped my hair forward, hiding my face. " Night, Fred" I whispered scurrying into my room. I heard him chuckle silently and his footsteps as he went into his room. I backed up against the door, breathing heavily. He probably thought I was an idiot now. I stopped suddenly. There was heaving breathing coming from my bed. And my wand sat abandoned on my locker. I opened my mouth to scream and –