Enjoy this next chapter, erry'bawdy!!

And we are still attempting to kidnap Draco and Hermione to make them ours, BWAHAHAHAHA! But stupid JK Rowling and her flying monkeys of DOOM prevent us from doing so! Darn you JK Rowling for owning them AND the Harry Potter series! -Genie sniffs- I want...Draco... -Lera pats her back- It'll be okay. We shall get them MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! -cough cough-

Chapter Five: A Series of Unpredictable Events

Draco

I stood at the bottom of the steps waiting for her to come out. She left yesterday in such a hurry I wasn't able to follow her. Elira had followed me out after I had gotten up to go after Hermione.

Merlin, that woman could talk forever about herself and how Muggles are so horrible. I swear she must be related to Voldemort or something.

Suddenly the door opened and Hermione stepped out. She wore a baggy, light brown t-shirt tucked in the front of her jeans and hanging out the back. Her hair was pulled up into a mussy ‘I just woke up' bun. At least, that's what my favorite cousin Annelie, called it.

"Good morning." She said, coming down the steps. I tilted my head to the side a little, still looking at her. "What? Is something wrong?" she asked, looking down at herself.

"Nothing." I said. She looked good, and I had just realized why. "You look good." I said as I turned away to start walking. ‘She isn't trying at all, but she still looks good.' It was an intriguing thought.

"Um...thanks." She sounded a little confused and I was willing to bet she was blushing a little. She followed me and we walked together down the nature trails.

"So...did you have fun with Elira?" she questioned cautiously, nearly spitting out the name.

"Eh..." I shrugged, "She's just like the rest. I've heard it all before."

"Do you agree with them?" Hermione pushed.

‘Why did I want her to come again?' I walked in silence for a minute, contemplating. "That's what I'm here to find out."

"Oh." She said and didn't push it further. I could tell she wanted to know more, but I wasn't ready to say anything. There were still things to figure out.

I could feel her staring at me and when I turned to look at her there was a mischievous glitter in her eyes. Before I could open my mouth, her hand shot out and poked me. I jumped.

"Ah..." she exclaimed, "so you are ticklish!" Oh. No. She. Did. Not. That's one of the things no one finds out.

"You will pay." I growled. She gave a squeak and took off back towards the cabins. I gave chase.

‘She's fast.' But I was faster. I tackled her outside the cabins and began tickling her furiously. She laughed. ‘So she's ticklish too!' The only problem was she fought back. Her first attempt was to push me off and when that didn't work...she tickled back.

I jumped up to try to escape and instead fell flat on my face. Hermione had grabbed my ankle and jumped on my back. I flailed as she tickled me, squirming to escape.

At some point during my antics, I had flipped around on my back. When she stopped to let me have a breath, we realized the position we were in. She blushed deeply and jumped up, scooting towards her cabin. I got up awkwardly and stood, shuffling my feet, looking anywhere but at her.

And then...my stomach growled. Really loud. We couldn't help it. We started to laugh, both of us grateful for the awkward moment to be over.

"You want some food." She said, turning around to enter her cabin. It was a statement, not a question, but I answered anyway.

"Yeah." And then I followed her inside

Hermione

I fidgeted with the bag of flour as the gas stove heated up, constantly aware of Draco's piercing, grey-blue eyes on my back. The entire time I had prepped and mixed the batter, he had watched me silently. It was almost unnerving.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when he asked, "What are you making?"

"Pancakes," I replied, "Blueberry pancakes."

"Are they good?"

I almost dropped the whisk. I turned slowly to stare at him with wide eyes, "Are you saying you've never had blueberry pancakes?"

"Well," Draco murmured, ducking his head guiltily, "Honestly, I've never had pancakes of any kind before. Mother always had eggs benedict or some other fancy meal made for me."

I was openly gaping now. Never had pancakes?! That...that's unheard of, absurd! What kind of mother wouldn't make their son pancakes? I turned away without another word. What could I say? ...Exactly. There was nothing to say to that. So I concentrated on buttering up the pan and pouring the batter. The silence was wearing on my nerves, so while the first pancake cooked, I got out some syrup and set the bottle by Draco's plate.

"What's this?" he asked bluntly. I slapped my palm on my forehead. OW! Too hard! I rubbed my throbbing head and stared at him.

"It's syrup. It's like--" I thought about it and realized I had no clue how to describe syrup. "I don't know, just try it."

I turned back to the stove to flip the pancake and heard the lid of the syrup pop. When Draco exclaimed happily, I had to fight back a giggle. I put the pancake on a plate and turned to hand it to him, almost dropping the plate when I saw Draco with two fingers in his mouth and syrup running down his chin. I practically threw the plate on the table and fell down on the floor laughing at his ‘wudIdo?' expression.

"Well then," I gasped, using the table to pull myself up. I slid the plate across the table to him, "Try putting the syrup on the pancake instead of you, this time."

"Whatever." He scowled, though I could tell he was fighting back a smile. He wiped his hand off on a napkin before putting a little bit of syrup on the edge of the pancake. I watched him carefully cut a piece off with his fork and gingerly put it in his mouth. His expression was serene, "THIS IS AWESOME, HERMIONE!"

I blushed and bowed before turning back to make a pancake for myself, "Thanks!" I said genuinely, "I had to cook a lot at home. Besides, I like it so I try to do it as much as possible."

Draco didn't respond. I could only hear a ‘mrawm-mrawm-mrawm' as he ate the pancake. It made me so happy to know he liked it! "So..." I smiled and flipped the pancake, "Do you want to go play mini-golf?"

"What's mini-golf?" Draco asked after swallowing. I turned slowly and stared at him. He shrugged. I gave him a devious look and then laughed maniacally as he shrank down in his seat.

"Bwahahahahaha!" I pumped my fist in the air, "Beat THAT!"

"How the bloody hell do you do that?" Draco gaped at me; his arms limp at his side. I had gotten another hole-in-one.

"Practice, sir." I winked at him and turned to walk on to the next hole before calling over my shoulder, "I'm good with hard rods and balls." He started to choke and I grinned. Men are so easy.

We arrived at the final hole and I stepped back to let him do his worst. So far he'd lost three balls in the water. He put his little golf ball on the marker and lined up, muttering to himself how none of it was fair and that being beat by a girl was stupid. I just snickered and watched him wail on the ball. It bounced four times, ricocheted off the corner, shot around the big rock obstacle, hit the hole so hard it popped up in the air and flew past it, knocked into the wooden barrier, and rolled back into the hole. My mouth formed a perfect ‘O'.

"HA!" Draco bellowed after a minute of stunned silence from the both of us. He turned back to me with a grin, "Beat that!"

"That was SO COOL!" I jumped up and down and ran over to high-five him. I poked him in the side instead, causing him to squirm, "Too bad it was dumb luck!"

"Was not." He grinned and stepped off to the side.

"Let's compare our scores..." I smirked and tapped my ball. It hit all the right places and went in. I stuck out my tongue and skipped away laughing.

Fifteen minutes later we sat in a small restaurant by the public pool. We had packed our bathing suits and planned on going swimming. I will admit I was a bit...anxious to be seen in my bikini. I'm a bit self-conscious of my body.

Draco

I could tell she was nervous...about...something. I just couldn't figure out what. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked sympathetically.

"Hm?" she looked up from where she was fiddling with her napkin, "Oh...nothing." She went back to fiddling with her napkin.

"Yes it is something." I reached across the table and gently took the napkin from her, "It's ok. Just tell me." She avoided my gaze. "What? You afraid you'll fall in love with me once you see me in a bathing suit?" I smirked.

"Tch...no." She scoffed smiling, "I'm just nervous." A slight blush accented her cheeks. ‘Wow...cute.'

"About?" I pushed.

"Swimming." She blushed deeper and looked down again.

"Why?" I asked slightly shocked. She had already told me about her beach vacations so I knew she could swim. ‘Why would she be nervous about swimming?'

"Can we just drop it? Please?" She was getting a little annoyed.

"Ok, Ok. Let's go swimming then." I grabbed my bag and slid out of the booth.

"But the food-

"Doesn't matter." I cut her off, grabbing her wrist, tugging her along. ‘I'm getting to the bottom of this one way or another.' Hermione began to protest but I ignored her.

Keeping hold of her wrist I lead her out of the restaurant and over to the changing area inside the public pool's fencing. "Go change. I'll wait here. So hurry up."

"But you have to change too." Hermione crossed her arms and looked at me, a glitter of triumph in her eyes.

I gave myself a mental pat on the back for thinking ahead. "Oh really?" I kicked off my sandals as I tugged off my shirt. Tossing it onto the bag at my feet, I reached down and quickly took off my shorts. "There." I crossed my arms, mimicking her, now standing in only my swim trunks. "Your turn."

She stomped her foot turned and stormed into the changing rooms.

I chuckled and gathered my things. Placing them on a nearby lawn chair I sat down to wait for her.

It didn't take her long before she came cautiously out, her towel wrapped tightly around her. Her hair was tumbling in curls around her face and over her shoulders. ‘Why am I noticing these things?'

She placed her bag next to mine. "You can't swim with a towel on." I said, gesturing to the beach towel.

Hermione bit her lip and looked at the water. With a sigh she reluctantly took off the towel. My breath caught when I saw what she was wearing. A black string bikini top with little multicolored hearts covering it, and scandalous matching bikini shorts. ‘Wow! Damn! She's...hot!...Uh-oh.'

"You look great." I said as I started moving towards the water. That beautiful cold, cold water.

"Um...thanks." She said blushing deeply.

I stepped off the edge of the pool and sunk up to my belly button in water. ‘Ahh...whew. Too close!' I turned around and realized that she hadn't followed me in. "Come on. Let's go!" I called out to her.

"I'll stay here for a little while." She called back. ‘Merlin that woman is insufferable.'

I ducked my head under water and slicked my hair back. Hopping up out of the pool I made my way back to her.

"What are you doing?" She asked suspiciously. I grabbed her wrist as she tried to scoot away and pulled her into a standing position. Sweeping her up in my arms I carried the kicking, protesting girl over to the deep end.

"MALFOY! DON'T YOU DARE JUMP IN THERE!"

I flashed a devious smile at her. "Hold on beautiful." I pecked her on the cheek, and jumped in.

‘Shitshitshitshitshit!' I swam quickly to the ladder and got out. ‘Fuck! I shouldn't have done that!' I turned and saw her sputtering. ‘Must do something.' I placed my hands on my hips and lighted at her.

She shot a death glare at me and swam to the ladder. ‘Uh-Oh!' I scooted to the side of the ladder as she exited the pool. Her flaming brown eyes never leaving mine. "Who do you think you are?" She asked with revenge in her voice.

"UM..." but before I could answer she pushed me into the pool. I came back up sputtering. She was laughing at me. ‘Thank the ends of Merlin's Beard. She didn't take it as anything.' She jumped in, splashing me as she did so. I splashed her back as she came up.

"Oh it's on." She said sending a wave my way.

We played around in the pool for a good hour before my stomach gave a grumble. "Hey, want to go get a snack at the stand over there?" I asked.

"Sure." We swam over to the shallow end and exited the pool. Grabbing our towels from the chair where we left them, we dried off as we went over to the stand.

While standing in line someone tapped me on the shoulder. "Hello Draco." A silky voice said behind me. I groaned inwardly and turned to face Elira.

"Hey." I put a fake smile on. I needed to keep up appearances so she wouldn't tell my parents where I was.

She wore a very revealing red string bikini and had a supermodel's body. Yet her attitude was so repulsing she didn't intrigue me at all. I could feel Hermione fuming beside me, not daring to look around I kept my attention on Elira. ‘Maybe I can get her to go away quickly.'

"So...what's up?" I asked reluctantly. ‘Best find out what she wants now rather than later.'

"Oh nothing. I was just thinking we should get together again. I had such a great time talking with you the other day and thought we should do it again." She stepped closer to me and started to run her fingers up my arm. I subtly took my arm away from her fingers.

"Maybe later. I've got plans today."

"Aw...you sure you can't take some time off for me?" She batted her eyelashes. I shrugged. "Well...ok. If you ever need me, I'm staying in town." She smiled and sauntered away. Before I turned to look for Hermione I noticed the tattoo on her back. It was a horntail dragon eating a snake that was slithering from a skull clutched in the dragon's claw. ‘Whoa! Yeah, definitely not a Voldemort fan.'

I turned and wasn't surprised when Hermione wasn't by my side. I saw her exiting the changing rooms fully dressed. I rushed over to her. "Hey, hey, hey! Where're you going?"

"Leaving. What? You're not spending some quality time with that woman?!" She snapped.

"No. Look, I don't want to be around her." She looked away from me. I took her gently by the elbows and looked her strait in the eye. "'Mione? Please?" I begged a little, using the nickname I had heard Potter and Weasley use when they wanted something from her.

She looked at me for a moment, then, "Fine."

"Great. I know how to make it up to you. Just wait here. Don't move." I rambled excitedly, before rushing to get my bag and go change.

I came out of the changing room minutes later to find her waiting for me. I smiled as I approached her.

"Ok, now what?" She asked.

"Follow me." I lead her down a couple of blocks to the café and entered. I had her take a seat and went to order for us.

When I sat back down she excused herself to go to the bathroom. I saw an abandoned pen on the table next to the wall. Picking it up I looked down at my napkin. It had been a long time since I had been inspired, too many thoughts floating around, but I felt the need right then. So I put the pen to the napkin and wrote.

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and quickly flipped the napkin over, slipping the pen into my short's pocket. Hermione slid back into the booth and smiled at me.

"So what are we getting?" she asked.

"It's a surprise." I smiled back happily. ‘I don't know what it is about her, but she makes me feel good.'

"Number 28." A voice called from the counter. I stood and went to get our stuff.

Hermione

I watched Draco go to retrieve our...whatever it was. ‘Nice...backside,' I thought with a smile as he walked off. Then I shook my head and lowered my gaze. I was being silly. There was no way I was becoming attracted to Draco Malfoy. It was ridiculous. And even if I did start to...dare I say it...LIKE him, it wouldn't amount to anything; he would never feel the same.

But that kiss on the cheek.

I shook my head again and noticed a napkin on the floor. I remembered it falling off the table when Draco got up to leave. Snatching it up quickly, I realized there was writing on it.

I slipped in through the window
Upon the summer breeze
And left the full moon guarding
The night upon the seas

My mouth formed a perfect ‘O'. Draco had to have written this. I had seen his handwriting a lot in school and this was it.

And I loved it. What he wrote was beyond beautiful. ‘I didn't know he was a writer...' I pondered as I slipped the napkin into my bag. I was going to test it that night to make sure it really was Draco who had written it. If so...I would be amazed. Who knew Draco was a writer?

A large mug and plate was set before me on the table, "Here you go!" Draco chirped and sat down across from me. "A huge ass chocolate chip cookie and hot cocoa with whipped cream and cinnamon."

I stared at the smorgasbord before me. It all looked so yummy! I thought about asking him then and there about the poem but...it just didn't seem like the appropriate time. So I sat back and enjoyed my cookie and chocolate, praying I wouldn't be hyped up for the next few hours.

I stared at the piece of parchment before me, thinking about what I was planning on doing.

After testing the napkin with several spells, I had discovered that it indeed was Draco who had written the poem. So, on a whim, I had grabbed a piece of parchment and transferred the little stanza over.

And I really wanted to write. To continue it. But that didn't seem right, did it? I chewed on my bottom lip and bent over to write. The words seemed to flow from the quill and I soon had an entire stanza written. I paused and considered writing more. ‘I wonder if Draco is still awake...' I thought and tip-toed to the window to take a peek. His cabin was dark. I sighed and went back to the parchment. I scrunched up my face and tried to figure out what to do.

And then an idea hit me like a bludger. I snatched up the parchment and dashed out the door, making my way silently over to Draco's cabin. Kneeling in front of the door, I folded the parchment in half and carefully slid it under the door till I couldn't see it.

Satisfied, I stood and crept back to my own cabin, wondering what would happen the next day. What an odd vacation.

A/N: OKIEEEEES! Yay for this chapter! Please review for us, eh?! We love the readers!

Oh. And Lera wrote that stanza of the poem. She rocks, no?