Hermione was in the bathroom looking at herself in the mirror. What the fuck is going on she thought to herself. How did tonight just end up this way? How is Draco Malfoy in her grandparents house? How has she told him so many things she refuses to talk to anyone about, even Ron and Harry. What is wrong with her and how is she so turned on? Hermione had to throw her knickers in the washing basket, she was so wet, she had to put on a long skirt that was lying around instead. Malfoy happened to be everything she needed right now, he was being kind to her, he was saying really nice things, he was hugging her when she needed it and he was unbearably attractive. Which by the way, when the fuck did that happen? She looked at herself in the mirror and told herself to get a grip. Not only was she crying at the same rate as a broken tap, was she actually getting feelings? Sure he was being nice now, but what about the past 7 years where he was a complete and utter fuckwit. Just because he’s being nice does that mean she has to fantasise about him now, is that how low her standards are? Her longest standing enemy was nice to her for one night and she was getting wet over it. She needed to put a stop to this thought process right now. She proceeded to leave the bathroom in search of her wine.