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Prologue Drawing Model

Draco glanced around, making sure no one was there. Of course, there never was, or he would not have chosen this room for his midnight escapades. Not only that, but it served his purposes perfectly. There was a single window inhabiting the wall that had been, for some unknown reason, enchanted to perpetually show twilight outside, which lit up the room in a fantastically dim manner.

He slowly reached into his bag and pulled out what looked like a haphazardly cut lump of wood, setting it down so that the light from the window hit it at an obscure angle. It was not particularly remarkable, as far as lumps of wood go, until he began to pull each little pine limb away from what was apparently the wood's midriff. Eventually, it ended up vaguely resembling a human, though it was too blocky to tell what sex it was.

With a triumphant smirk, Draco made a final adjustment of its leg and sat back to admire his handiwork. Perfect. The model's arm curved gracefully over its head, and its legs were splayed out so that it almost looked as if it were in mid jump. With that, he gently pulled a piece of parchment and his best quill from his bag, and allowed everything that had been pent up inside him that week to flow from his fingertips in a rush of scribbling, scratching and, occasionally, frustrated yells.

After almost an hour, he placed down the last dab and sighed. Leaning back in his chair, he admired the results. He had decided to draw a girl on the paper, for fear of risking the masculinity of any dancing men he may have drawn. The girl he had made was beautiful, he admitted to himself, very beautiful. He stroked the curvy line running down her back affectionately, before starting to clear away.

'Well, well, well,' purred a voice from behind him. He started and scrambled to hide the parchment, before even bothering to figure out to whom the voice belonged. Whoever it was snatched the drawing from him and dangled it just out of his reach, making little noises of amusement every time he grabbed for it. Finally, he twisted around with his fist raised, but stopped in mid-punch when he saw who it was.

'Granger!' he gasped. His surprise quickly turned to anger, but before he could get his fist ready again, Granger had jumped backwards.

'Hmm, Mr. Malfoy out of bed after hours, are we? This. Is. Delicious,' she muttered, as if each word was its own sentence. 'And doing what? Doodling? Or'- She glanced down at the picture for a moment, while Draco silently cursed her inside his head. Of all the damned people to find out, it had to be loud-mouthed Granger! He moaned, rubbing his temples. The whole school would be talking about what a fruit he was by this time tomorrow.

'This isn't half bad, Malfoy,' mused Hermione. Draco cocked an eyebrow, but couldn't figure out whether or not she was being sarcastic.

'Give it back,' he said finally. It was more of a threat than anything, and Hermione responded by tucking the picture away in her robe and smiling.

'Give it back,' he repeated. 'And,' he added as an afterthought, 'you better not tell anyone about this. Anyone. Or else.' Hermione pondered this for a moment and nodded slowly, but still refused to give the picture back.

'So you really think it's that good, huh?' he teased, hoping it would rile her into returning it, or at the very least, into destroying the evidence.

'No, not really,' shrugged Hermione, though they both knew she was lying. She took it back out for a moment and admired it again. 'But I'm keeping it anyways.'

"Why?" snapped Draco.

'Because it won't do to have pictures of me floating around the school, especially if they're got your signature on them,' she said simply.

'What the bloody hell are you talking about, Granger, why would I draw pictures of a dirty mud'- Draco was cut short when she shoved his picture at him, and his eyes widened as he looked back at the beautiful woman he'd produced. Granger had been right; it was her.