I think she likes me
And I know I like her
It's kind of frightening
'Cause it's too soon to be sure
I think she likes me
Maybe even might be love

: Billy Gilman- I Think She Likes Me

'What were you doing for all that time, missy?' Mr Granger asked his daughter teasingly as they arrived at the gate of their holiday cottage. 'Just reading?'

Hermione shook her head.

'Then why were you there for so long, dear?' asked Mrs Granger.

'I met another wizard!' Hermione answered, excitedly 'He's the same age as me and he's starting Hogwarts in September!'

Mr and Mrs Granger looked at each other, then back at Hermione, as they entered their cottage.

'Really?' they asked her.

Hermione nodded.

'Yes.' Hermione replied 'His name is Draco. He's very nice.'

Her parents smiled at her.

'I'm so glad you've made a friend, Hermione, especially that's going to Hogwarts.' Mrs Granger said, beaming down at her daughter.

'What a coincidence!' Mr Granger added to what his wife had said.

'It's not a coincidence.' Hermione began, before saying with a big grin 'It's fate.'

'WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!' Lucius Malfoy bellowed, running down the steps that led to their holiday home with his wife, as soon as Draco had reached the gates.

'I-I was talking to this other witch.' Draco said, truthfully, as he passed through the gates and closed them behind him 'She's starting Hogwarts next month, too.'

'How foolish of you!' Lucius snapped 'For all you could have known, she could have been a muggle!'

'I knew she wasn't, father, because she was reading Hogwarts a History.' Draco told him.

'Did you get her name, Draco?' Narcissa asked him.

'Yes.' Draco said.

'What was it, Draco?' Narcissa questioned 'We must know if she comes from a good pureblood family or not.'

'Her first name is Hermione.' Draco answered, truthfully before lying with 'But I never got her surname.'

'Then you mustn't see her.' Lucius told him, firmly.

'But father-'

'My word is final. Draco.' Lucius said, sternly 'Now go up to your room.'

'But-'

'NOW!'

Draco sighed and walked past his parents and up the stairs. He looked around at the many doors, unsure of which room was his. He then noticed the open door at the far right side of the corridor and when he walked over to it, he noticed his stuff was inside. He walked in and sat down on his four-poster bed, which faced a large window, overlooking the beach. Draco could also see the archways from here and immediately started thinking about Hermione.

He thought about when he first saw her, leaning against the concrete wall, bent over her book, summer breeze rippling her hair. to the strawberries and nothing but the strawberries..or a certain strawberry that was pulled from his mouth by hers. Draco's stomach did a flip flop. They'd very nearly kissed in that moment. That got his heart pounding enough, but what would happen if they'd actually shared an accidental kiss? Draco was curious to know what it would be like, he'd never been kissed on the lips before and the other kisses he sometimes got on the cheek,were from his mother.

Maybe it was her he was curious about kissing but she was the first girl of his own age he'd ever met, so it was only natural to think these things, right? Draco sighed. He didn't understand. He'd just met the girl and already was thinking about her more than he'd ever thought about anyone or anything. Why did he get these weird feelings in his stomach when he thought about her? Why did his heart race earlier when she'd bitten the strawberry from his mouth? Were these normal feelings to feel for another girl? Draco had no clue.

He continued to gaze out of the window, at the place he'd met Hermione. Maybe he should kiss her. Just to try it. Draco mentally shook himself. No, that couldn't happen, he'd freak her out and besides, he didn't know if he'd even be able to see her again. This caused a different feeling in his stomach, this time a more unpleasant one. He couldn't bare the thought of not seeing her again until next month, especially since he'd actually asked her if he'd see her tomorrow and she replied with 'definitely'. He'd make sure he'd see her again, even if it meant sneaking out and getting in serious trouble.

All Hermione talked about that evening was Draco. Her parents found this very amusing.

'Sounds like you fancy this Draco boy.' Mrs Granger teased.

'Mum!' Hermione exclaimed, blushing beetroot.

'Aww bless, she's gone bright red.'

'Dad!' Hermione squeaked 'I don't fancy Draco!'

'Well, you've been talking about him non stop.' her mother stated 'It's sweet!'

At that point, Hermione felt like she couldn't possibly get even redder and she excused herself from the living room and headed to her own room, hearing her parents laughing behind her as she did so.

Once in the safety of the bedroom, she lay down on the bed and wondered if she actually did fancy Draco, even though she'd only just met him. He made her feel different than any of those muggle boys in her primary school had, but perhaps that was because they'd never spoken to her and thought of her a freak, where as Draco had spoken to her for at least 3 hours and asked if he'd see her tomorrow, meaning he wanted to see her again.

This made Hermione smile. Perhaps tomorrow, they'd spent even more time together. They could have their own picnic, Hermione's parents would let her for sure. She'd bring a mixture of different sandwiches, a mixture of different snacks and of course, some more chocolate dipped strawberries.

Thinking about strawberries, she felt the flipping sensation in her stomach again, just as she had done earlier. Hermione kept replaying the moment over and over again in her head. She couldn't believe she had been daring enough to do what she did, for now the mere thought of how close to him she was, especially to his lips. even just the thought of strawberries made her feel all funny inside.

Was this it? Was this what they call a crush? Hermione couldn't help but wonder this as she stared up at the ceiling. She would never know if it was or not, since she had no older siblings to ask about it, no friends to ask and she couldn't ask her parents now they'd teased her for talking about Draco. Draco. Draco...

The thought of the blonde haired, grey eyed boy made her feel even more funny. And she couldn't stop thinking about him. Hermione was so excited that she'd see him again tomorrow, but also anxious. She now couldn't help but wonder what would happen tomorrow. Would there be another incident like the strawberry one? Probably. That made Hermione's heart race slightly.

But then she remembered he'd said something about getting in a lot of trouble. Hermione sat up. What if he'd been punished and wasn't allowed out? A sinking feeling occurred in her stomach. What if she couldn't see him until school started? This made Hermione's stomach sink even more.

She then got an idea. If Draco wasn't anywhere to be found on the beach tomorrow, she could try to find the place he was staying in and knock for him. It should be easy to find. Hermione knew it was past the arches somewhere, directly on the beach. This meant if she kept walking she'd find it for sure and could knock for him, pretending she had something of his that he'd left behind the previous day. Yes. That's what she'd do, she had to see him again. She had to see him every day for the two weeks she'd be spending here and simply wouldn't have it any other way.