As Granger scooped him up, he wriggled and flailed his limbs. Little did he know that his coat was very thick, and it was completely soaked. With all the writhing, Granger’s blouse was drenched and the colours on the blouse faded, revealing the white brassiere underneath. Draco’s eyes were fixed. It was nothing new to him, but seeing it was Granger, he could not help wondering how she looked underneath the white garment.