The flirting immediately restarted, but this time she had taken it up a level.One evening on my last week before going back to uni we were the only tw... left in the building. She asked if I wanted to get a drink and take it to the hot tub with her as a send-off before I left again. I grabbed a couple of beers from the bar and took them to the spa room. I jumped in the hot tub and waited for her. She came out of the changing rooms in a tiny bright red bikini that I'd never seen her in before. It. You for one had opted to wear the black sweater vest, white button down with long sleeves and heather gray slacks, other students seemed to prefer the full sweater option. With nothing to do but stand around, you seized the opportunity to check out the girls. They were all wearing short gray plaid skirts, most had opted out of the sweaters allowing you to catch peaks of their cleavage in their white button downs.Finally an old man who looked to be about two hundred years old came into the lobby. ’ He sighed, held her hand. ‘Izzi, I swear, I’m not with anybody else.’ ‘I don’t care, honestly. You have the luxury of dating and flirting and having fun. I don’t.’ She scrambled down from bed, picked up a bottle of water from the table and took a few gulps. Then she wiped her mouth with the back of her palm. ‘My life isn’t fun. I don’t have anything. I don’t have parents, I don’t have a home. I don’t have the promise of a secure future. I cannot afford to waste my time or energy on you. I. A familiar voice broke her out of her reverie. "Well, well, Miss Granger. How nice to see you again! Bring her." Unseen hands grabbed her arms and started to drag her backwards, acting on the orders of the man who she had last seen on his way to Azkaban, "Barty Crouch, Jr."Her heels bouncing against the stone floors, Hermione found herself dragged down a series of short corridors. With only the ceiling as a reference and having not paid much attention to her path, she was not sure where she was.