To be a spy

Lavender Brown was in love, she was in love and she wouldn't let anybody, especially Hermione Granger ruin that.

It was common knowledge that the buck toothed girl had a crush on her man Ronald Weasley, her Won Won, her boyfriend.

Lavender Brown didn't think her man would cheat on her and no one in their right mind would be attracted to Hermione but there was the fact that Hermione wasn't that stupid she could whip up a bloody love potion if she felt like it and she would have no problem using on Lavender's man.

So when Lavender noticed that Hermione rarely seemed to come to their shared dormitory room it was natural that she became suspicious, so obviously she decided to follow Hermione.

After dinner she reapplied her make up and followed Hermione to the library honestly why wasn't she surprised. The poor girl obviously had no looks so she tried to compensate by being a stupid knowitall. Lavender was nearly embarrassed for almost being jealous of her.

Lavender watched Hermione go into the library she waited a minute before following her in, she might as well be sure she wasn't meeting Won Won in the library.

Lavender crept into the library, she scanned the room it seemed to be empty except for Hermione sitting at a table with her back to Lavender in the back all on her own. Lavender walked quietly to where Hermione was and then hid by the bookcase next to her she parted the books a bit so that she could see Hermione and put her eye up to the gap ready to wait and watch her.

And nothing. Absolutely nothing happened except for reading or studying whatever people called it but no matter how bored Lavender was she stuck with it until at last it was time for curfew.

Hermione packed a few books into her bag and began to walk back to the dormitory and Lavender silently followed behind without the girl noticing. The portrait of the Fat Lady appeared and Hermione told her the password then stepped inside, Lavender followed soon after.

A quick glance around the common room told Lavender that Hermione wasn't there only a couple of third years.

Lavender trudged dejectedly back towards their dormitory and there Granger was lying in bed asleep just like the Patil twin.

Deciding that there was nothing better to do Lavender got into her lingerie and went to bed.

Lavender prided herself on being a light sleeper unfortunately she was not in fact the only reason she was still awake this late was because of a particularly steamy dream involving a certain redheaded dreamboat an octopus, his sister and a scalpel, everybody has different needs after all.

She heard the familiar sounds of somebody pushing their covers away and putting on their robes. No light was turned on and they didn't use their wand so it was obviously Hermione. The Patil twin wasn't smart enough to be sneaky.

Once Hermione had left, Lavender herself followed. She didn't really need her beauty sleep any more beauty and she'd implode. So she wasn't really missing anything by leaving her room to follow Hermione to wherever she went this late in the night.

She climbed gracefully out of the portrait hole and realised that Hermione was going back to the library, great even more watching that mudblood read.

She's been so engrossed in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed the wall in front of her, which she bumped into. Upon further inspection she realised that it wasn't a wall, wall, it was a wall of muscle and that particular muscle belonged to a certain Draco Malfoy.

She gave him the once over and was pleased to see that he was as lean as ever. He was tall and handsome but unfortunately he wasn't dark. He was currently wearing a thin t-shirt that Lavender would have loved to see soaking wet the droplets of water glistening off his muscles in the sunlight.

His pants weren't so bad either they clung to him in all the right places to make Lavender happy.

"Hello Draco" She greeted coyly.

He rove his grey eyes over her noticing the red lingerie she was currently wearing and an expression of distaste appeared on his sharp, carefully sculpted porcelain face.

"Brown" he all but snarled back in reply.

She chose to ignore his tone and traced a finger down his chest. She wrongly took his shudder for one of want and not one of disgust.

He took a step back his eyes narrowed in even more disgust and held a hand up in warning.

She decided that having another steamy night in the middle of the castle with someone who was not her boyfriend would be too suspicious so she merely shrugged her shoulder and strutted past him, knowing he would come begging soon.