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Mirror, mirror, on the wall...	By : Padfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47266 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author: Padfoot the Marauder
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: HG/DM, LE/JP, NB/LM, BB/LM
Summary: When Hermione becomes Head Girl she accidentally
discovers that the mirrors of her private dorm provide a clear outlook into the
Head Boy�s quarters. A view of three generations of Head
Girls dealing with this unusual phenomenon.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and nobody! These characters belong to
JK Rowling. I promise I�ll return them unharmed... sort of.
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CHAPTER 1:
1996
Warm water
came running out of the marble taps, cascading against the bottom of the white
bathtub, and a pleasant perfume of lavender was filling the bathroom. As the
water reached the top of the tub, it stopped pouring by itself. Hermione
slipped out of her bathrobe and let out a contented sigh as she lowered herself
into the lukewarm water. This was her first bath in the private bathroom that
came with the position of Head Girl. Not that she minded having to have shared
her space in the previous six years of her high school carrier, but she
couldn�t deny that having some private space felt rather nice. But as much as
some breathing space can be good to a person, she couldn�t help but to feel a
bit secluded now she had a room away from Gryffindor tower. The only company
she had now was the one of the Head Boy: Draco Malfoy.
She grunted as she thought about the prospect of having to sleep in a room next
to him the entire year, and share a common room with him no less. She grabbed a
bottle of pink shampoo and started washing her hair. Like herself, Malfoy had been a Prefect for two years and it had been a
constant power struggle between the two of them. Hermione assumed this would
even increase now they both had the most influential positions a student in
this school could attain. He was always picking a fight with her for some
stupid reason. Sometimes it even seemed he was looking for reasons to
pester her. In fact; the boy was just tiresome. Now he wasn�t going to have to
look far for reasons to taunt her with since they had to work together
frequently from now on. This was going to be a long year.
She rinsed her hair, got out of the tub and dried herself off with a
towel. She reached for a comb and carefully started brushing her damp
hair.� It was still as unmanageable as it
ever was, not that she cared. Who did she have to impress? Not that she was
unattractive; by no means. Sure, she would never be considered a stunner, but
she was pretty in her own way. Her face was graced with a pair of full lips and
dark mysterious eyes. She also had a slim waist and a curvy pair of hips and
breasts. She wasn�t the kind of person to follow one crazy diet after another
to attain the slimmest ankles (or whatever body part) in her year. She was
content as long as she didn�t burst out of her clothes. She grabbed her
underwear and put it on. Then she rubbed her hand over the foggy mirror so she
could see her face to rub some lotion on it. Unfortunately, in seconds her
vision was obscured again by the dampness of the mirror. She sighed and reached
for her wand. She pointed it at the mirror and said �Clearificus�.
�What the...?� she uttered in surprise as she noticed the result
of her spell. The fogginess went away, but something was definitely wrong. Her
reflection had vanished too. In a reflex she touched her face to check if she
was still there. She was. She looked down at her body. Yep,
all there. She looked back into the mirror and noticed something else.
Her bathroom door was closed, but the one in the reflection was ajar. She had a
faint idea about what this could mean, but couldn�t be sure. She walked out of
the bathroom and went into her bedroom. She walked up to the wall on her left,
that was fully hung with large square mirrors like in a dancing studio (this
was rather odd and tacky, but she didn�t think about questioning the interior
design when she was given her own private room). She pointed her wand at the
wall and repeated the spell.
�Clearificus.�
Hermione
gasped as she saw the result. She just created a huge look-in hole into Draco Malfoy�s bedroom. No, not a hole, it was like she just
removed the entire wall. She carefully brought her hand towards the mirror to
feel if it was still there. Thankfully, it was.
She jumped
up as she heard a door slam. Malfoy walked into his
bedroom with his nose in a book. Hermione panicked as she realised she was
still only in her underwear. Was this spell two-ways? Shit! Shit! Shit!
She ran back into the bathroom to put her pyjamas on. How did this happen? It
was a simple drying spell she used. How on earth was she going to explain this?
Fully clothed she carefully peeked around the corner before she walked back
into her room. Malfoy didn�t let out a peep as she
walked past him; didn�t even look up. Nope, he couldn�t see her. What should
she do? Tell him? Warn him not to do anything he wouldn�t do when other people
were in the room? Hermione contemplated on this for a moment. Something inside
of her decided against that. She would never get to hear the end of it. He
would never believe this was unintentional. Or perhaps he would, but pester her
about it as if he didn�t. She glared at the Slytherin
who was busy untying his shoes and oblivious of her presence.�
It was late
and she was tired, so she decided to figure this all out in the morning.
Tomorrow was a Saturday so she had all the time in the world to try and find a
counter curse. As Malfoy moved around his room she
realised she could also hear him quite clearly, as if their
was no wall between them. Could he hear her back? She decided it was
best to put that to the test. She carefully picked up one of her shoes and
threw it against the wall with a �THUD�. No reaction. Hermione felt a little
more at ease at the apprehension that she wouldn�t have to tiptoe around the
place. She grunted when she became aware of something else. Her bed was placed
against the wall adjoining Malfoy�s and so was his.
And now, with the wall �removed� it looked like the beds were almost pushed
together, neglecting the 20 centimetres where the wall would be. Hermione told
herself to ignore it. It�s only for one night. She crawled under the sheets and
muttered a spell to turn off the lights. The lights on Malfoy�s
side were still on, which had a slightly weird effect when the ones in
Hermione�s room were turned off.
Who would
have put that spell up? And why? Did someone do
this to pester her? No, probably not. It did seem like quite an odd way to play
a trick on someone. No, it must be something else. Hermione sighed. She�d
figure that all out when the spell was lifted, which was her priority now. She
closed her eyes, tried to faze out the racket Malfoy was making, and go to sleep.� She froze when she heard sheets ruffling on
Draco�s side. He was getting into bed. She felt an urge to punch his lights out
for it, but she couldn�t because she knew he wasn�t doing anything wrong... and
because she would hit her fist against the wall. Merlin, this was weird. Why
did it have to be him? This wouldn�t be so awkward if it was Harry... or
Ron... or anyone else for that matter. She reckoned she must have done
something awful in a previous life.
�� Karma sucks,� were
the last words running through her drowsy mind before she drifted off into
sleep.

*
As Hermione woke up the next morning she was still slightly dazed and
didn�t immediately remember the mess she was in. She was quickly reminded when
she heard Malfoy�s monotonous breathing. She was used
to sleeping in a room with four other girls, so she was familiar with hearing
sounds like this in the morning. But this was different in a way. He sounded
different.
�� Of course he sounds different,� she
told herself off. �He�s a man�.
She decided to get out of bed. The sooner she found a counter spell, the
quicker this whole mess would be solved. She walked inside the bathroom and
started brushing her teeth. There was another mirror that didn�t lean against Malfoy�s side of the wall, so she could still somewhat
groom herself. As she brushed her teeth she started thinking about what books
she was supposed to look for. This was clearly an advanced spell and wasn�t
going to be found very easily.�
Suddenly she heard the sound of a door opening and realised Malfoy must be awake too. Hermione had to blink a couple of
times when she saw him walking into the bathroom. How much of a contrast could
there possibly be with the person she saw during the day? Malfoy
was usually kempt to perfection, looked spotless, his hair slicked back without
a strand from it�s place and his body covered in the
finest of garments. That person was far-off this morning. His slick
silvery-blond hair was jell-less and casually framed his face. He had a light stubble gracing his face and he wore a tight white
undershirt and baggy black shorts. Hermione saw him staring into the mirror,
looking straight at her. Well, not exactly at her. More
�through� her.� She curiously
looked at Malfoy�s face. There was something
different about him, but what was it? As odd as it might sound, he looked
more... pleasant. Then she realised what it was; he wasn�t sneering. This must
be what he looks like when he wasn�t glaring at someone. She had never been on
the receiving end of his sneer-less face. Hermione tilted her head a little
when she inspected his facial features. She realised that he looked quite
handsome this way. Very handsome. He had� symmetric
features, pale porcelain skin, full lips and high cheekbones. Hermione found it
a little unsettling the way she was watching Malfoy.
She felt like a peeping-tom. But it�s just so damn alluring to get to see
mister-high-and-mighty with his guard down.�
And if it was the other way, he sure as hell wouldn�t be too iffy to
watch her.
She wished he wouldn�t put the jell in his
hair. He wasn�t wearing any now and he looked much better. It looked even
lighter in colour and it bounced when he moved his head. It made him look less
stern. She watched him as he shaved. He rubbed the shaving cream on his face
with the ease of someone who does this regularly. It was kind of stupid, but
Hermione never really thought about Draco Malfoy this
way; doing his morning rituals in the bathroom like any other human being.
Seeing him as a spawn of hell had made it more comfortable for her in the past.
She watched him put the razor on his neck and stroke the blade upwards over his
chin. He rinsed the blade and repeated the action till his face was cleared of
stubble. He cleaned the rest of the foam off while he rinsed his entire face.
Hermione sighed as she saw him reaching for a jar of jell.
�� What a shame!� she said.
He seemed to make a thorough job of it. Running his comb through his
jelled hair again and again, making sure no strand lay astray. Hermione looked
at herself in the other mirror and inspected her bushy hair. She shrugged. It
was kind of odd to think a man would spend more time in the bathroom then her,
but she wasn�t sure if that said anything about her or if it did about Malfoy.
So now he was washed, shaved and groomed, but apparently he wasn�t done
yet.
�What�s he going to do now?� she thought while frowning.
As she saw what his next move was she had to put a hand over her mouth
to muffle a giggle. He plucks his eyebrows!? Vanity, thy name is Draco Malfoy! She watched him as he pulled out some sole little
hairs with a pair of tweezers. His face slightly crumpled in pain as he did
this.
�� You have to yank it, you oaf!�
Hermione scolded as she saw the way he went about it. He was pulling rather
slowly, which made the process unnecessarily painful. He stepped back from the
sink. Hermione went to stand on her toes to get a look at what he was going to
do. She saw him walk towards the toilet and raise the lid.
�Oh, no no no no no!� she thought as her eyes
widened. "Run Hermione run! No need to see that!�
She ran into her bedroom and stifled a snigger. Seeing Malfoy with his guard down was one thing, seeing him with
his pants down was another. Suddenly she realised that
she still had her toothbrush in her mouth. She took it out of her mouth and
gathered her thoughts.
�� The counter spell,� she said
decisively and went to find some clothes. When she had finally gathered the
clothes she wanted to wear for today she saw that Malfoy
had made it back into his bedroom, fully clothed. She sighed and walked towards
the bathroom to change there. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. Why would
she leave? Was she so prudish that she couldn�t even undress in front of
someone who couldn�t see her?
�� No, I�m not!� she told herself. She
put her clothes back down on the chair. She pulled her nightshirt over her
head, exposing her naked upper body. She looked over her shoulder at Malfoy just to be sure. Nope, definitely couldn�t see her.
She stripped down till she was completely naked. Hermione grinned. She felt
kind of... sexy. Standing there, butt-naked in a room with a
guy. Fine, he couldn�t see her, but all the same... it was something
new. She felt an odd combination of strength and vulnerability.� She took her clothes and started dressing
herself.
It felt kind of sad really, having to feel the need to do this to feel
sexy. Hermione knew she could be sexy, but nobody else seemed to see that. Why
couldn�t anyone see past the bookish girl with the bushy hair? Hell, even her
two best friends hadn�t noticed she was a girl till their fourth year. She
desperately wanted to be noticed as who she was; a blossoming young woman. But
she sure didn�t feel like changing herself to achieve this purpose. She sighed.
That�s probably one of the reasons why she, now almost at the age of seventeen,
still never had, had a boyfriend. She hadn�t even been kissed yet. And it
didn�t seem like that �condition� would alter any time soon. She even faintly
considered grabbing some random guy in the hallway and plant
a wet one on him. But she would never really do that. What if she was bad at
it? It would probably be all over the school and her kissing-days would most
likely soon be over. She might be a practical person in many ways, but she
still believed a first kiss ought to be romantic.
Her self-pitying was cut short when she found herself fully dressed. She
quickly put on her sneakers and took off towards the library to look for a way
to end this embarrassing situation.
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