Hermione almost gave herself whiplash at how fast she turned around to look at her childhood bully. He was not supposed to be there and hear their conversation. But then again, he was not supposed to be in her bedroom as well. A sickening feeling turned her stomach, as she suddenly felt self-conscious. Hermione was now facing a gloriously half-naked Draco Malfoy in deep green and mid-thigh swimming trunks. She gaped at him - when had he become so  bloody  fit - trying to hide her chest with her arms as best as she could. 