It had been a week since Hermione and Draco arrived in her grandmother's house and most of it was spent bickering. But both of them noticed it didn't have the usual venom it did before, and neither of them quite wanted to admit what that meant, but Hermione was sure of one thing, he had never made innuendos towards her before. And although it was distracting (did he have to look do damn good all the time?) it was kind of fun to tease him right back. She didn't consider it flirting, no, that would mean she liked him. And she didn't.
"Is it ok to swim in that pond out back?" Draco asked, pointing out the window to the dark backyard.
"Yeah, but we're trying to stay hidden remember? Everyone else is really scared of these Voldemort sympathizers," Hermione scolded him, looking over where he was seated on the couch.
"I am not everyone else," Draco replied, and he actually sounded offended that she would even think so.
That made her smile. It was the truth.
"It's like eleven at night," Hermione turned the television on mute and gave him a look with her eyebrows raised, watching as he stood up and made his way to the sliding glass doors.
"Swimming at night is the best," Draco turned around kicked off his shoes, gave her a wink before opening the door and taking off towards the large pond out back.
She couldn't help but smile at his antics, kicking her sneakers off before running after him. Draco was already in the water when she arrived at the shore; his shirt discarded on the little beach area and (Hermione's eyes widened in shock) his pants were there too.
"Ever been skinny-dipping, Granger?" He chuckled, smirking at her through the darkness lit only by the moon.
Which, by the way, made his hair look even more pale and silvery and his skin seemed to glow against the dark water that reached the middle of his chest. His head was down looking at the water, but then as he felt her eyes studying him he looked up a little through his lashes at her, a bit of hair fell into his blue eyes and he looked so perfect, Hermione was sure he couldn't be real.
"First time for everything," Draco smirked at her mischievously, and she was sure he wasn't just talking about swimming.
Hermione took a deep breath, determined to meet the challenge in his eyes, and before she could talk herself out of it she began to unbutton her yellow blouse. Without meeting his eyes, she took of her shirt, tank top and jean shorts and suddenly she was in her tiny little lace under things she had bought at that damn store alone with the purple and black set and Hermione couldn't breathe. Why was she doing this? She had no idea. Because just one time, she wanted to do something she wasn't supposed to. And for some reason, she wanted to do it with him.
Hermione dove into the cold water, submerging her body completely and then closing her eyes to prepare herself, she took off her underwear. She defiantly had too much wine with dinner.
When she resurfaced, Draco was in the same spot he had been before she got in the water, but he had the oddest expression on his face that changed too fast when she looked at him Hermione wasn't quite sure what it meant.
"Didn't think you would do it,"
She knew the water was covering everything since it was almost up to her neck, but it didn't leave her feeling any less exposed.
"That's why I did it,"
"You're a mystery, Hermione Granger,"
Was it her, or did it sound sort of like a…compliment?
"As are you, Draco Malfoy,"
He smirked at that, and before she could blink a wave of water sent her off balance to sink in the dark depths. She broke the surface, gasping and coughing as he laughed his head off. Bastard.
"Oh, it's on," Hermione called, splashing him right back.
Soon they were laughing so hard they couldn't breath and they both wiped water droplets from their eyes. Draco's grin was bigger then she had ever seen, and she was hypnotized for awhile because it was one of those smiles, a real, genuine one that seemed to light up the entire backyard. There was no good way to explain it, his real smile just made you feel…happier, better, special. Like he zeroed in on you and suddenly you felt like his whole world was about you. Hermione had never seen that from him before, and now it sort of made sense why all the girls would hang over him at Hogwarts, doing anything and everything to try and make him smile at them like that. It was intoxicating, and Hermione was sure it should be illegal.
"I think I won," he was saying, totally oblivious to her thoughts.
"Uh-huh," she replied, hoping her voice wasn't as squeaky in reality as it sounded to her ears right then.
She looked up at him. When had he gotten so close? She was pretty sure the water was murky enough, but she wasn't so sure that he couldn't see anything. Her eyes stayed glued to his face, which in itself was also very distracting.
"Draco?" she breathed, holding her breath as he inched closer.
"Do you still hate me?" He asked seriously, his face open and honest with her for the first time in, well, ever.
His beautiful blue eyes searched her face.
"No," Hermione replied honestly, trying to ignore the little voice in her head that asked if she really ever had in the first place.
"Do you still hate me?"
"Nope," Draco replied, smiling slightly.
Hermione smiled at him, tucking a strand of wet brown hair behind her ear and tried to get rid of the butterflies dancing around in her stomach.
"Where's Ron?" Draco asked, innocently, but it shattered the little intense bubble around them.
At her quick intake of breath, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Bad breakup?" He asked, his voice sympathetic.
"A week before you appeared in my bedroom. Haven't talked to him since," She didn't understand why she was telling him this, but it sort of made her feel better.
Draco nodded, didn't push, but suddenly she was going to suffocate if she didn't tell someone.
"H-he cheated on me. With Lavender,"
And then she was crying so hard it hurt, because honestly, what had she done to deserve that?
Even after everything they'd been through, Hermione expected teasing, name-calling, or even laughing. She didn't look up and Draco didn't say anything, but suddenly warm arms were around her and it was such a relief for someone to hold her, Hermione couldn't have pulled away even if she wanted to.
Her cheek was resting on his broad chest when he dipped his head to whisper in her ear.
"I'm so sorry, Mione. You didn't deserve any of that shit,"
She knew that, but it was nice to hear. Hermione didn't want to pull away, but his chest was far too warm and comforting and his arms far too lovely and strong and if she didn't get out now, who knows what could happen. They were naked after all. And Hermione wasn't even sure she had that much control that when she calmed down, she could resist him. And she had too. Because she wasn't sure if her heart could take him leaving once it was attached, and he would eventually, she had seen (and read about) him doing it a thousand times. Draco was a womanizer; he slept with them and tossed them out like garbage the next day. Hermione was sure she couldn't survive that. She really couldn't afford to do something stupid with him. So she pulled out of his arms.
"We should probably go inside,"
He searched her face, then finding whatever he was looking for, Draco nodded.
"Yeah, we probably should,"
They had stayed up well into the morning watching movies on the couch, and although it wasn't that much wine she still had a headache, so Hermione couldn't understand why she was suddenly awake.
Oh, that's why.
Sometime during the night Draco had moved from the arm chair to the couch and somehow he had ended up wrapped around her smaller frame, the entire backside of her body pressed into his front side with his head in her hair and his arm across her body resting somewhat protectively on her stomach holding her to him. Hermione couldn't breathe, especially when she registered what was poking her butt. Oh boy.
"Draco?" She whispered, twisting away from him to get his arm off her.
But that just made him grip harder, pulling her back against his chest. Heart beating madly, Hermione turned towards him, deciding that he was way too close for comfort. Their faces were only inches apart. She could lean in if she wanted to, see what Pansy Parkinson had always been talking about in the girl's bathroom to her friends and besides, he was asleep. Not like he would know…
"Mione?" he mumbled, his voice husky from sleep and making her stomach flutter.
"I'll make breakfast,"
She hurried from his arms and up the stairs to get dressed before he could see that she had just been about to do the unthinkable, all the while think about the way he held her all last night, like she was something precious that might vanish if he let go. He was just way too attractive for his own good, and it was messing with her head.
Hermione just hoped the problems in the wizard world would be resolved quickly so he could leave soon. (Only she didn't want him to leave at all).
Draco didn't understand this feeling twirling inside his stomach, that little pang of warmth in his heart when he woke up that morning with Hermione in his arms. He wasn't used to feeling affection towards people, he had thought for a long time he just didn't have it in him. But maybe he just didn't know what it meant, or maybe he just hadn't found the right person. He couldn't be sure, but Draco had learned about love mainly from Lucius, a man who thought it was a weakness so he wasn't quite clear on what the whole thing meant really. Maybe it wasn't all about pain and heartbreak like his father claimed.
It hurt his head to think about such things, so he tried not to, spending the day helping Hermione around the house and in return she would teach him about Muggle things. He had always been told humans were repulsive creatures, but Hermione wasn't repulsive, and the people he saw on the street looked normal enough, and their inventions were very advanced for a species without magic to aid them.
Draco fucking missed his magic, but he kind of liked it here.
"It's your turn," Hermione's voice cut through his thoughts and he shook his head to clear it.
"Sorry. Just thinking about the game," he lied, moving his piece on the board.
Wizard chess was a lot different then Muggle chess and he found he was absolutely terrible at this version. He didn't understand why the pieces couldn't just fucking move themselves, the lazy gits.
"It's fine," she laughed, moving her white piece and taking out his queen with a triumphant squeal of delight.
Draco swore in annoyance as Hermione stood up on the bed to jump around in glee at her win. From what he understood, Potter and Weasle always won when they played and obviously she was happy about her win, and Draco was going to tell her to stop bouncing him around and acting like a child, but she was wearing a skirt and he got a flash of pink panties and he suddenly decided to be quiet.
"You loose," she actually stuck out her tongue at him while Draco chuckled.
"That I did," he replied, almost certain she shouldn't have had that last glass of wine with desert.
Drunk Hermione was fucking adorable though, he was enjoying her, even though she made him play board games.
"Can I collect my prize?" Hermione jumped down from the bed next to him and turned to face him, her lips pulled up in a smile.
Draco smirked at her, raising a blond brow.
"Feel free to take my pants, sweetheart,"
Hermione giggled, shaking her head.
"I want something else," her brown eyes met his, and although they had never discussed any prize before, at that moment he would give her anything.
"Yes?" Draco's voice came out huskier then he meant it to.
In the blink of an eye Hermione was inches from his face. Bloody hell. What was she doing?
She was so fucking close, he could feel her breath on his face and he was pretty sure they were both going to regret it when the sun came up but he would've given anything to kiss her.
"I want you to give it to me. Kiss me, Draco,"
Hermione purred like a kitten and Draco's self control snapped like a rubber band stretched for far to long.
He crushed his mouth to hers.
As Hermione tanlged her hands in his blond hair, opening her lips to allow him access inside her mouth, she vaguely wondered if this counted as doing something stupid.
But then Draco's hand found its way to her backside, pulling her roughly onto his lap and she suddenly didn't care.
A/N: Don't forget to review and tell me what you think! What do you think is happening with Voldemort's sympathizers? What's going to happen between Hermione and Draco?