Go meet Emma of course why else am I here!

Why waste an opportunity like this, it'll just be me and her. I step out of my dressing room grabbing a mirror as I go, to fix up my look on my way. I make my way across the lot ducking out of the way of set-hands as I smooth my eyebrows and slick back my hair over and over again in my mirror.

Then thump I run into someone and my mirror falls to the ground. Then I hear a feminine yet authoritative voice.

"You know you really should watch where you are going!" she huffs.

I look and turn red, I just blind sided EMMA WATSON, how am I going to make this up. I'm stunned into silence, as I help her to her feet, and assist he in dusting off her cloak.

"Don't worry about it, just and accident, so long a you apologize," she says.

I don't respond, but not out of rudeness, I'm simply awestruck by what I'm seeing. Out of embarrassment and nervousness I had started looking for my mirror. I found it and on its slightly cracked surface was a reflection of Emma's smooth thighs which would have been fine in and of itself. But then she shifted her weight in frustration and I got a glimpse of red. Now I was frozen, blood boiling, entranced by the small patch of panty in the reflection up Emma's skirt. I stood there for a moment half wondering if she was wearing a thong. Just when I thought I might lose myself forever in the view, she shook me to my sense's.

"Are you there?" she asks. "You haven't heard a word I've said have you?

"Yes... and I'm very sorry Ms, Watson."Eagerly wanting to return to my dressing room and relieve myself I made a move to leave. "I don't mean to be rude but I must be going." My stomach rumbling almost on cue. "And again I'm very sorry." I walk away leaving my mirror where it lay, wishing to God it had been a camera.