So summer is upon us and if full swing. To celebrate it's long, lazy days I decided to chronicle the awkward sexual advances made by a one Draco Malfoy upon a one Hermione Granger.

These are there stories.

Hot Dogs and Soda Pop

Encounter One

The Pool

Their first meeting during the summer is at the pool.

She is wearing what looks to be an extra-extra-large flannel t-shirt over whatever military issue type of swimsuit it is that the impoverished are given by the government, and he is wearing trunks that fit him perfectly last summer, but thanks to a series of growth spurts over the school year have become something most other men would describe as a testicular tourniquet. Draco, however, still holds the stubborn streak that has been instilled in him from years of conditioning as a Malfoy and he refuses to believe that his favorite pair of shorts ever has finally grown too small for him. They are black with a silver dragon on them and Draco has believed them to be the epitome of cool since the time he had gotten them when he was 12 till now.

They're meeting is inevitable. They are those two people who are just a little bit too off to fit in with the rest of the public swimming pool going crowd. The girl in the gray sack and the boy in the shorts that are so tight they're inhibiting the blood flow to his legs.

Hermione's not allowed to swim because her shirt thing is most decidedly not in the pools dress code and Draco because his trunks make it hard for him to walk, much less swim.

They both respond to this in different ways. Hermione decides to spend her time studying and goes to find a secluded nook to enjoy one of the extensive textbooks she brought along in her towel bag. Draco huffs and decides that swimming is just a stupid and uncool activity for those of lower breeding. He stalks off to find a dark corner to brood, pointedly ignoring the cat calls he's getting for his shorts.

Unfortunately for both of them, the pool has a very short supply of dark secluded corners, so they end up in the same one.

Hermione frowns as something tall and gangly casts a long shadow over the print of her book. She looks up, intent on scolding whomever dares to interrupt her studying, and freezes when she realizes who it is.

"Oh." She says acidly, her book snapping shut. "It's you."

"I could say the same Granger. This meeting is no less unpleasant for me as it is for you. I didn't know that someone of your kind could afford to pay the fee to get into this pool."

Hermione scowls. "We can't all be spoiled rotten prats Malfoy…what is that thing that your wearing."

Draco looks down at his shorts and scowls, he silently vows to burn them as soon as he gets home.

"And what about you Granger? What is that sack you're wearing?" Draco points out snidely.

Hermione looks down at her own wear and raises an eyebrow. "This? This is because I burn easily and I don't want to spend the next two days inside because I wasn't careful at the pool."

"So you're not even going to swim at all?" Draco raises an eyebrow.

"No." Hermione says, reclining back into her chair. "I was just waiting for the sun to get lower. Anyway, what about you Malfoy? I don't see you hopping around in the water over there?"

Draco huffs prettily, tossing his hair out of his eyes. "I decided I don't want to intermingle with those lower class beings, chlorine can only kill so many of the diseases that they pass around among themselves you know. " Draco glances down at Hermione, who's staring at him with a look of disgust. "You wouldn't know would you? You've probably developed an immunity to most of them by know."

Hermione nods slowly. "Sure Malfoy, whatever." She turns back to her book.

Draco watches her for a moment longer before coughing and clearing his throat. "You know, I have my own pool back at home."

Hermione hums slightly in response.

"It's indoors."

Hermione says nothing and Draco rubs the back of his neck. "So there's no sun." Still no response.

The next words that come out of Draco's mouth shock both him and Hermione.

"You could come over if you wanted. Since then you could swim then."

Hermione's book snaps shut and she looks up at him. Her eyes are narrowed and she scrutinizes him in the same way she would look at a dissected frog in biology class. "Malfoy." She says slowly, after a long moment.

"Yes!" Draco says too fast and too loud to sound natural.

"Did you just invite me over to your house?"

"Yeah, but…well," Draco fumbles. "It's just charity and all, because you can't swim here and my pool isn't getting very much use at all. I figure I could be like that guy in that movie with the red head, Angie or whatever…"

He trails of lamely and Hermione regards him carefully.

"Thanks," She says slowly, after a long moment. "But I think I'll take my chances with the sun."

Draco looks up, a witty and sharp retort at the ready.

Hermione pulls of the flannel t-shirt, tossing it back onto her chair with her towel bag.

Draco chokes on his own tongue.

The scanty piece of fabric that she is wearing is not a standard military issue swimsuit. It is in fact anything but.

It is pure white, and small, and tight and when did Hermione get so not unattractive?

She breezes past him and starts walking towards the pool. Draco watches her go, still gagging on his tongue.

His shorts are most definitely too small.

So I've finally pulled up my workin' pants and gotten down to using the oodles of free time my summer provides to get rid of a few rampant plot bunnies that have been om nom nomming away at my brain for awhile now.

Thoughts and opinions? Criticism is welcome.

-Schyzotypal X