All eyes on Hermione

It was the subtle shift of Padma's eyes that drew my attention to Hermione. Followed by the words on her lips.

"Oh Merlin," said Padma!

It seemed probability had worked in my favor, as hermione's skirt lay in tatters on the floor. Hermione was on all fours, trying desperately to catch her breath. The eyes of the room ignored Harry and Malfoy, instead favoring the panty clad ass laid before them. Hermione looked around herself, seeing that nobody was focused on the actual fight, and slowly pulled herself to her feet.

Collectively the whole room raised their heads an inch as their eyes followed her to her feet. But Hermione wasn't quick to hide herself. Instead she pulled her long socks up back above her knees. And when she was done, she again readied her wand. The anger on her face clear as she spat out her next spell.

"It has grown since last year," whispered Parvati to her sister. The sisters laughed amongst themselves. But the battle was nearing its end, and as Harry Potter fell to the floor, everyone realized this wasn't like every other year we were used to.

"Impossible," the crowd roared.

Cedric and company pulled Harry from the ring, as Hermione traded spells with malfoy. For the first time the focus wasn't on Hermione, as everyone began to whisper about Harry Potter. He was bleeding, but that was stopped quickly with a couple spells. Still, the King had been beaten. And just moments later, Hermione fell too.

For what seemed like an eternity, the room was silent. The Golden Trio had been beaten. Now Malfoy was king. And his gloating was immediate.

"Remember this," said Malfoy, "I am not the same as last year. Remember what this feels like Potter. Granger. Weasley."

Malfoy shuffled around the room. Looking untouched. I had to wonder. Just how good was Malfoy to not have a scratch? And what over the summer had happened to him?

The only thing that was able to stop the gloating, although earned, was the start of class.