Chap. 44 Tight Clothes
That week was filled with studying with Draco, snogging with Draco and talking with Draco. No sex though. They were both dying inside. They knew they couldn't make love at Hogwarts though. That week Hermione didn't feel sick, just tired. She started to feel sore in some areas, too. 'From stress.' she told herself.
That morning was February 1st. It was Sunday, no classes. Hermione got up from her bed lazily and walked to her closet to pick out something to wear.
She picked out a tight button-up pink shirt. She also pulled out a pair of tight jeans and a white belt to match some white tennis shoes.
She set the clothing pieces on her bed and went to the bathroom to wash up for the day.
She got out of the bathroom and saw that Ginny, Lavender and Parvati were also awake now.
'Good morning, ladies.' Hermione smiled.
'Mornin' Hermione.' they said.
Hermione went into her room and took of her pajama top. She put on a nude bra. She always put it on the first clasp, but now she had to move it to the second.
'Mmm...that's strange.' she thought.
She reached for her pink shirt and put it on. She started to button it up, but stopped at her chest. The buttons wouldn't stretch far enough to close.
Hermione looked down and her eyes widened.
'Ginny!' she called, 'Could you come here?!'
Ginny ran in.
'What's wrong, Hermione??'
'My shirt doesn't fit anymore!!' Hermione cried. 'What do you mean? Just button it up!'
'It wont' button around my chest!'
'What? Please don't tell me your boobs got bigger! I think i'd kill myself!' Ginny cried.
Ginny walked over to Hermione.
'You seriously can't button it??'
'No...'
'My god...Draco's going to be one happy boy.' Ginny sighed.
'Shut up! This isn't good!'
'Why?'
'How come my boobs got bigger overnight? That's impossible!'
'Maybe Draco put a spell on you.' Ginny laughed.
'Ohh...that boy is going to get it!' Hermione cried.
Hermione walked over and proceeded to put her jeans on. She had to jump up and down to get them on.
'My god...I think i'm just gaining weight!' Hermione cried. She sighed heavily when she finally got them on.
'Maybe you are. But how is that possible? You were sick and threw up most of your food that one week.' Ginny said, 'Have you been binge eating?'
'No.'
'What about those weird food cravings?' Ginny asked, 'Or when was the last time you wore those jeans?'
'Umm...last week. I washed them, I just dried them yesterday.'
'That must be it. They shrunk in the wash probably.' Ginny said.
'Well my shirt wasn't in the dryer!' Hermione cried as she put on a looser pink tank top, which now some how fit perfectly.
'That one i'd talk to Draco about.' Ginny smirked. Hermione put on some light pink eyeshadow, mascara and went off to see Draco.
She went to the Slytherin common room.
'Tsk...tsk...tsk...you shouldn't be in here, Hermione.' Blaise said when she walked in. He was sitting on a sofa reading another magazine.
'Where's Draco?' she demanded.
'In bed.'
She went over to Draco's door and pushed it open. Draco was sprawled over his bed, blankets on the floor. He was in green boxers, shirtless. She picked up a pillow that was on the floor and smacked him over the head with it.
Startled, he cried out, 'What the f---?' And then rolled over to see who it was and fell off his bed.
Blankets covered him. He pulled them off quickly.
'Hermione, what'd you hit me for???' Draco asked quickly getting up.
She stood up next to him.
'What did you do to me??' she asked.
'What are you talking about??'
'I woke up this morning and I couldn't button my shirt!'
Blaise heard this from the common room and ran over and stood in the doorway silently.
'What?? What does that have to do with me??'
'Did you put some sort of spell on me?? My breasts can't grow overnight naturally you know!' she cried.
Draco's eyes widened and he looked down at her chest.
'Your what grew??' he asked anxiously.
She out her hand down at the bottom of her tank top and started to pull it up, but then she stopped and looked at the door.
Blaise was staring at her practically drooling.
Hermione walked over and shut the door in his face. 'Ahh! Hermione! C'mon! Destiny is gone, I need something!' he cried from the other side of the door.
Hermione rolled her eyes and walked back over to Draco and lifted her shirt, revealing her slightly larger breasts, covered by a tight bra.
'They don't look too big or anything...' Draco said smiling.
'Draco...my shirt wouldn't button...' she sighed. 'And I had to adjust my bra bigger...that's not normal!'
'Well, I can't say i'm sorry. Because i'm not. I'm glad it happened.' he laughed.
'But you promise you didn't do anything to cause this? You didn't put a spell on me?'
'No, I promise.' Draco said.
She leaned up against him and slid her hands up his firm chest.
'I'm sorry I accused you.' she said sweetly.
'It's okay. If my arms suddenly got more muscular, which I think is impossible-' he said jokingly, '-i'd think you did something fishy, too.'
'I think they are perfect.' she smiled, 'If they were bigger, you wouldn't be able to put your arms around me.'
With that he did slide his arms around her body and kissed her neck and moved up to the corner of her mouth, but did not go inside it.
'Why didn't you keep going?' she asked disappointed.
'Morning breath. Let me go brush my teeth, i'll be right back.'
She nodded and sat on his bed.
He was back in less than a minute.
'Okay...now where was I?' he said as he sat down next to her.
He put his hand to her chin and moved it toward him. He put his lips softly on her's and sucked. She opened her mouth and he slid his tongue in, exploring her tongue.
He laid her down and pressed himself on top of her.
'Ow...Draco...' she winced. She sat up, moving him off. 'Right...right...no sex...' he sighed.
'No, it's not that.'
He noticed her grabbing her chest.
'Your massive breasts hurt?' he asked laughing.
'Stop laughing,' she smiled, 'They do...'
He chuckled, 'Stop it, it was a joke.'
'I know, but too bad it's true, they are sore for some reason.'
'Maybe something is wrong with them.'
Suddenly Hermione's eyes widened.
'What?' he asked her, noticing her worried expression.
'What if I have cancer??' she commented quietly.
'What? You don't have cancer...you're too young, Hermione.' he said firmly. He said it though, in a way that he was trying to reassure himself.
'All age women can get breast cancer, Draco.' she said sadly.
'No, no. Not you. You don't have cancer, don't even say it.' he said, almost angrily.
'Draco, i've been throwing up, tired, they got bigger, and now i'm sore...I think I better go to Madame Pomfrey.' she said standing up.
He grabbed her hand.
'Hermione, you're just stressed, over-worked, you're fine.'
'You don't believe that. I can see in your eyes, Draco, that you're worried. And so am I. That's why I have to go to Pomfrey.'
He shook his head.
'You don't have cancer. Don't go.' he said, still holding her hand.
'Draco, if it is cancer, it's better to catch it quick, more time to try and get rid of it.'
'Try? What do you mean try?' 'Nothing, Draco. Nothing. I have to go.'
'I'm coming with you.'
'You won't be allowed in when she checks.'
'Then i'll wait outside.'
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