Nothing belongs to me.
XXXII: Blue
"Humor me, Draco."
"You can humor yourself Blaise." Draco was getting nowhere with this essay, and the intense heat in the library was doing nothing to aid his concentration. Slamming his transfiguration book shut, he decided he'd convince Pansy to do it for him. Or better, blackmail some Ravenclaw.
Blaise elbowed him in the ribs.
"Ow! What the devil?" Draco looked towards where Blaise was staring.
Ginny Weasley. He's recognize that red hair, those freckles, and the shabby, secondhand appearance anywhere as belonging to a Weasley, but Draco had no idea how he knew her first name.
She was browsing the shelves in front of them, reaching for a book, just out of her reach.
Inspired, Draco turned to Blaise, whispering. "You asked me to humor you, didn't you?"
Blaise glanced at him interestedly as he pulled out his wand.
"Adlevo!"
At first, nothing seemed to happen and then –
"Look!"
– the end of the Weasley girl's skirt began to rise.
The two fifth years snickered as they watched her skirt slowly reveal what lay underneath.
There was a sharp intake of breath, for their victim appeared to realize what was happening. She promptly pushed her skirt back down, but not before they had taken a good look at her knickers.
The girl glowered at them and stormed off, her long hair dancing behind her.
Blaise continued to snigger, but Draco stared at the spot where the girl, this Ginny, had been standing.
He decided that blue looked rather good on her.