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Chapter Two: Swimming

Draco found himself standing outside the wooden door again and knocked three times, examining every crack within the wood until the door was swung open.

This time was different from the day before. Instead of the pregnant woman, an older man with rectangular spectacles stood before him, a tobacco pipe held between his lips and the Daily Prophet tucked under his arms. He almost seemed to be glaring at Draco, but it was hard to tell through the smoke coming from the pipe.

"May I help you?" he asked, taking hold of the pipe to speak. Draco scrunched up his nose at the smell of the tobacco and gave the man an odd look, "Uh, Delilah here?" he asked, lightly coughing into his hand, hoping the old man would get the hit about the smoke.

He didn't appear to, but simply stepped aside and nodded his head towards the back of the house, "Backyard." He grunted. Draco nodded and quickly stepped inside and passed him, coughing again as he walked through the puff of smoke.

Once he was in the kitchen he saw the pregnant woman and her two children, along with an older woman with dark hair that was graying. They smiled at him and he nodded, before swinging open the back door and making his way down the large yard towards the lake.

He looked up at the large rocks but he didn't see the form of his tutor. He raised an eyebrow. Where was she?

"Maybe she's at that dirty old tree house." He muttered, scratching the back of his neck. Right before he turned towards the forest he heard a splash out in the lake. He walked towards the edge of the wake of the water, careful not to get his shoes dirty from the damp sand. Just out in the center of the lake, something was floating.

"Ey, Carter!" He shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth. The figure in the water jumped and splashed down under the water. Draco's eyes widened and he stiffened a little until he saw her figure jump back from under the water, pushing her hair back and swimming towards the beach.

Once she got close enough to see who had called her she smiled, pushing herself up on the ground she could feel under the water, taking large steps against the pressure until she reached Draco.

"I didn't think you'd come back." She said happily, twisting some of the water out of her hair. Draco shrugged, "I got bored." He muttered, studying Delilah. She was wearing a blue and white polka dot bikini top and short shorts. He didn't think anything of it, but it was the least amount of clothing he'd ever seen a girl wear before, besides his mother when they went on family outings to the lake.

Delilah glanced behind her at the lake, "Well, I wasn't really expecting you and I don't have anything planned to do today besides swim. Would you care to join me?" she asked happily.

Draco shook his head, "I didn't bring my swim trunks."

She shrugged, "Boxers should be just fine."

Draco gapped at her and was about to go off when she laughed and shook her head, "I'm kidding, Draco. Perhaps my father could apparate you home and you could grab yours?" She asked.

Draco shook his head, "I don't want to."

Delilah sighed, "I could lend you my brother's old swim trunks?"

"That's disgusting!" Draco gawked. She sighed, turning back towards the water, "Then I don't know what to tell you. I'm not changing my plans just because you're here uninvited."

"You said I could come to your house." Draco said matter-of-factly. "I never said how many times. Maybe I just meant yesterday." She called, wading into the lake water.

Draco gave her a look, crossing his arms across his chest as he watched her walk into the water.

He walked back up the grass until he found a dry spot and sat down, looking out at the water as Delilah ducked her head under the water and floated on the top of it.

After a while he rested his head in his hand and sighed, kicking dirt up with his shoes.

"I'm bored!" he shouted out towards the water. Delilah held up her arm and made the OK sign with her hands, not moving from her position on the water.

Draco sighed, standing up and walked back towards the wake. "Come here Carter!" he shouted. Delilah looked up at him before swimming back towards the beach, "Do you want to say goodbye?" She asked, chuckling. He shook his head, "I'll go swimming, but I don't want to go home or wear your brother's swim trunks."

"So you'll wear your boxers?" Delilah asked, raising an eyebrow. Draco shook his head, "Of course not. You have to figure out what I can wear."

Delilah gave him a look, "Can I just make you shorts?" she asked. Draco raised an eyebrow, "You can make me shorts?" he asked curiously. She nodded, pulling him along up the grass towards her patio. "Wait here!" She said happily, disappearing inside her house while she left Draco waiting outside the door.

She returned moments later, her hands behind her back, and a grin plastered on her face. "Promise you won't be mad, since you were the one who said I had to figure out what you could wear."

He rolled his eyes, "I promise." He muttered half-heartedly. Delilah grinned and knelt down in front of his knees. Before he could even ask her what she was doing, she grabbed the loose fabric just above his knees and cut it with rather large scissors.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" He yelled, jumping back and glaring at her. She chuckled, "Well, if you won't wear someone else's swim shorts and you won't go get your own I had to cut your pants. It was the only choice."

Draco glared at her, "I demand you fix my pants right now!"

Delilah shook her head, "How about I finish what I started and when we're done swimming my mum reattaches your pants, like I never cut them to begin with?" She asked.

"No!" Draco hissed. Delilah rolled her eyes, "You only say no because it wasn't your idea."

Draco crossed his arms and huffed, while Delilah stayed kneeling on the ground with the scissors, smiling at him. After a few moments Draco gave her a pointed look, "Well?" he asked, annoyed. She shrugged, "Well what?"

"Fix my pants!" he shouted. Delilah shook her head, "I can't do magic outside of Hogwarts, you know that Draco. Besides, I told you I'm only going to finish what I started."

Draco glared at her while she just tapped the metal scissors against the concrete patio. Draco finally sighed, dropping his arms to the side, "Fine!" he groaned angrily.

Delilah grinned and walked over to him, kneeling down and cutting off the fabric. Finally, once both pieces of fabric were off his legs, she tapped his shoes, "I'm sure you don't want to get those wet." She placed the scissors and fabric on the patio table before walking down towards the water. Draco quickly removed his shoes and socks, along with his white shirt and under shirt before following Delilah.

She happily ran into the water and once the water was up to her knees she looked back at Draco. He was standing at the edge of the wake, eyeing the water curiously. "What now?" She asked, exasperated. "It's chilly out today. Isn't this water freezing?" he asked. Delilah grinned, "My dad put a spell on it to keep it warm all the time. We could swim in the middle of winter if we liked to." She explained, moving farther out into the water.

Draco still didn't look too convinced, but slowly took a few steps into the water until it was just above his ankles.

"It's warm, right?" Delilah called happily, already waist deep in the water. Draco didn't answer her, since she knew his answer already and simply walked faster into the water. "I can't believe how clear it is." He muttered, examining his feet though the clear water.

"I told you yesterday why the water is so clear." She called over her shoulder before dunking her head under the water and swimming farther out in the lake.

He rolled his eyes and then dove into the water, swimming up to her. She stopped and looked back, "I didn't know you could swim so well." She called over the sound of splashing water. He stopped just next to her, shaking the water out of his hair. "There's a lot you don't know about me."

"Same goes for you." She shot back, grinning. He gave her a look and she pointed to the other side of the lake, "I'll race you."

He grinned, "You're on!"

The two of them quickly dove down under the water and took off to the opposite side of the lake. Every time Delilah lifted her head for air, you could hear her laughter and even Draco was smiling under the water as he passed her.

Once the two of them could touch the ground again they simply began sprinting towards the shore, Delilah kicking water at him as she tried to run ahead of him.

"I won!" Draco shouted happily, finally jumping out of the water and onto the muddy earth. Delilah groaned and kicked water up at him. He laughed, "Who's a sore loser?" He mocked, crossing his arms across his chest. She gawked at him and stuck out her tongue. "Not very lady like." He said matter-of-factly. She rolled her eyes, "Come on, I'll race you back." She said happily, running into the water.

"Hey!" he shouted, running into the water. "You got a head start!" he shouted, diving into the water after her. He swam up under the water and grabbed her ankle, tugging her back. She jumped up to get a breath of air and screamed, "Draco Malfoy!"

Draco swam up a few feet away to get air, and laughed, wiping water away from his face. "You started it!" he shot back, swimming back towards the shore.

The two of them walked up towards the grass and collapsed down, Draco panting, "You swim that much every day?" he asked, staring across the large lake. Delilah nodded, "It's the best workout in my eyes."

"Why do you need to work out?" he asked curiously. She grinned, "I like food and painting too much go running. Swimming is a better option, especially since I have the whole lake to myself."

"You sound lazy when I'm not around."

She rolled her eyes, "I bet you can be just as lazy."

He laughed, "Please! When you're a Malfoy there is always something to do; you don't have time to be lazy."

"Then why are you here?" She shot back, half smiling. He paused, before glaring out at the lake. Delilah chuckled and stood up, walking towards her house. "Are we done swimming?" He called. She shrugged, "If you want to, go ahead. I'm going to get some lemonade."

"Oh, perfect. Get me one too." He called over his shoulder. He heard her footsteps stop and he glanced behind him, confused. She was staring at him, her hands on her hips and her eyebrow raised.

He shrugged, "What?" he asked. She rolled her eyes, "You want one, come with me. I am not one of your house elves, Draco."

He groaned, standing up and walking behind her. "Your family could use one. It must get so tiring walking back and forth from your lake to your house just to get a drink."

She shrugged, "Well, a little walking never killed anyone, Draco. You could stand to fetch your own drink once in a while."

He gave her a look, "That's ridiculous." He muttered under his breath as they finally reached her door.

Draco sat in his room later that night, reading a leather covered book with a crack in its spine when he felt his stomach moan. He blushed slightly at the sound and was about to shout something before he paused. Shaking his head, he snapped the book closed and walked out of his room.

Turning down a few hallways and walking down a back staircase he found his way into the kitchen, which held quite a few house elves.

One came rushing up to him, "Master Malfoy! How may Twinkle help you?" a female house elf asked. Draco glanced around the room, "Get me some snacks or something." He muttered, feeling slightly out of place in his own kitchen. Of course, he had never stepped foot in his kitchen before this day. The house elf nodded and scurried off, before quickly returning with a plate of chocolate chip cookies. He quickly grabbed the plate and left, almost bumping in with his mother in the process.

She stared at him, slightly surprised. "D-Draco, what in the world are you doing?" She asked. Draco glanced down at the plate, "Getting a snack?" he questioned, slightly confused since his mother could see what he was doing.

She nodded, "I can see that, but why did you go into the kitchen to get it?"

He shrugged, staring down at his feet, "Walking to get something never really killed anyone."

He glanced back up at her and she was still staring at him curiously. He shrugged, getting slightly annoyed. "There's a first time for everything!" he groaned, walking passed her.

She watched him go, "Yes," She muttered, "I suppose there is."

He hurried up the steps, his face scrunched up in anger, "I am never doing that again." He growled under his breath as he entered his bedroom.

A/N:

sorry it took so long. My laptop crashed and I had to wait to get a new one. :/

anyway, tell me what you think. I think I'm starting their 3rd year after this chapter.

I don't know yet. hah. Anyways, thanks for reading! Bye! :)