Emma Watson walked around her hotel room getting ready for the London premiere of the next film in the series. It was 11th November. She was a little subdued as it was almost the very last film and the end of an era.
She was fresh out of the shower and had dried her hair and was putting on her make up. Her little black dress lay out on the bed ready for her. The room was warm and she was walking around naked to let the air dry her body off. She had a little time to spare before Daniel and Rupert would pick her up and escort her to the car downstairs.
She sipped from a glass of white wine on the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror. She loved her short hair now. She cast her eyes down the reflection of her body and started to drift away with her thoughts.
The moment was interrupted by a knock at the door. She grabbed a bath towel from the bed and wrapped it around herself and walked to the door, checking the peephole. She could see Daniel Radcliffe outside and opened the door to let him in. He was wearing a dark suit, shirt and blue tie.
He took in her look and said;
"God, are you not ready yet, Emmy?"
"Give me a chance, we have plenty of time. I don't think they'll start without us," she laughed.
"I suppose not." He closed the door behind himself and walked in while she headed back to the bathroom.
He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the dress laid out. It was a short black dress with lace on the top half and feathers all around the hips. He fingered at the feathers and trailed his fingers through them and they caught on a strap. He lifted up the bottom part of the dress and saw Emma's bra and panties lying there. Black and lacy. He looked quickly to the bathroom door and could hear some clinking of jars and then the tap running. He picked up the bra and ran it between his fingers feeling the slight coarseness of the lace, then picked up the panties, staring at them, imagining Emma in them later on. The tap was turned off and he quickly pulled the dress back down over the underwear.
She appeared again, and went to take another sip of wine. Daniel couldn't help but notice her legs as the towel only just covered her bum. She was standing at the dresser in front of the mirror. She said to him;
"You're looking very handsome tonight."
He looked up and saw that she was staring at him in the mirror's reflection, and realised she must have seen him looking at her ass.
"Thanks," he said.
"You're also...looking tonight," she added.
"Sorry..." he said sheepishly "...it's hard....."
"Is it?" she butted in.
He looked up and caught her eye.
"Oh bugger off, you," he laughed and they both burst into giggles. When they had quietened down Emma started talking about the film.
"I was thinking earlier on about tonight and the last film next year. It really is the end of an era. For all of us. You, me and Rupert."
"I know, it's hard to take in sometimes, but the other work now is taking my mind off it."
"It's the same for me with Uni. That's keeping me busy."
"How's uni going just now?"
"It's fine."
"Is it not a bit of a nightmare just now?"
"Why?"
"Um, the pictures."
"Oh.. well, yeah, I suppose it is. So you heard about them then?"
"Hasn't everyone?"
She had her glass in her hand. She stood still for a moment and looked down, embarrassed. "Yes, they probably have."
Daniel was now embarrassed for Emma, and felt for her.
"Do you want to get dressed?"
"I should do."
Daniel stood up away from the bed and tried to be gentlemanly and stood aside and studied a painting very hard. It was a dark painting, and after a few seconds of looking at it and not really looking at it, he realised that he could see her reflection in the glass and he stared intently at it.
He watched in the reflection as she stood behind him and dropped her towel just feet away from him. He could see the silhouette of her body. She bent over the bed and picked up the underwear and stepped into it. She stood behind him, now topless. She was just feet from him. He could see her vague reflection in the glass.
She had realised she was getting a huge thrill taking advantage of the fact that Daniel just wouldn't turn around and try to catch a glimpse of her naked curves. It was not in his nature to do that to her. He was a gentleman. Although she secretly wanted him to catch a glimpse, even accidentally. She turned her body and looked and immediately saw the reflection of his face in the glass of the painting.
At that moment, she knew it, and he knew it.
"You said about the photos," she said.
"Yes." he said, automatically turning. "Sorry!" he exclaimed. She turned quickly to cover her chest with her arms, then quickly picked up her towel and covered herself with it.
"It's okay," she said. He turned again slowly and pursed his lips in that apologetic smile. He looked at her directly.
"The photos."
"Mmmm."
"I have seen them...but I read the stories that they're fake."
"You've seen them?"
"Yeah."
She wanted to check he had seen the same ones she had.
"The topless ones?"
"Yeah."
"How did you see them?"