Anything Can Happen at the Movies

Chapter 4- A Broom Ride, a picnic and a Midnight Swim

Ever so slowly, Hermione opened her eyes, taking in the sight around her.

"Wow." Was all she could say. Draco grinned, hearing her breathless amazement.

"It's gorgeous." She said, looking around.

"I wouldn't use the word gorgeous. Not when you're sitting behind me, Miss Granger."

Hermione blushed furiously. "Now that is just ridiculous, . I am not that pretty, not at all."

"I couldn't disagree more." He said, earnestly. "Want to see a trick, Granger?" He asked her, raising his eyebrows.

"Depends on what the trick is." Hermione mused.

"This." He replied before flipping them and the broomstick over in a complete circle a few times.

"Draco Malfoy! You nearly gave me a heart attack! Don't do that again!" She cried, hanging onto him for dear life, shaking with fear.

"Oh Merlin, you're looking a bit green there, Hermione." He noted, checking to make sure Hermione was alright. Hermione nodded weakly, feeling a bit nauseous.

"We better get you back to the ground." He said, full of concern and flying for the ground. Once back on his perfectly manicured lawn, he hopped off of the broom and helped the feeble Hermione off.

"Are you okay?" He asked anxiously.

"I'll be fine, just…give me a second?" She asked feebly, clutching her stomach and walking off quickly towards the bushes with purpose. Draco watched her curiously and followed her, wanting to make sure she was okay. Hermione doubled over in the bushes and retched violently. Draco ran over, right in time to hold her hair for round two. " Malfoy. I don't want you to see this." Hermione insisted weakly before round 3.

"Nonsense Granger, I'm not going to leave you. I'm going to do whatever I can to help." He said, stubbornly.

"I think I'm done now." Hermione said, standing up and feeling a bit clammy.

"You sure?" He asked, releasing her hair. Hermione nodded.

"I-I'm sorry. That wasn't how I hoped our date would go. I'll just go, you're probably thoroughly grossed out by now." She stammered, preparing to apparate home. Draco grabbed her wrist softly.

"You're not going anywhere." He whispered.

"What do you mean? I just threw up in your bushes and you saw it! You're not grossed out?" she asked, confused.

"No, I'm not. I want you to go get cleaned off and I would like to continue this date." He said firmly, holding her gaze with his. Hermione nodded in relief because she wanted to continue the date as well, she wasn't ready to leave him.

Draco grabbed her hand and led her into the Mansion. "Upstairs. Third door on the left." he told her, pointing in that direction.

Hermione hurried up to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She was a wreck. Her hair was messy and hung in all different directions, her outfit was completely ruined by her own sick mixed with dirt and leaves from the broom ride, and she was as pale as a ghost. Sighing, she peeled off the outfit and opted for a quick shower in the huge shower provided in the room. She washed herself off, feeling less clammy and more like herself when she stepped out.

Hermione padded over to her clothes and tote bag. With a last goodbye, Hermione threw the wrecked outfit in the trash. Deciding to stall the inevitable, she brushed her teeth meticulously four times, ignoring the tote bag.

When her gums were bleeding from too much furious brushing and her mouth smelled of nothing but peppermint toothpaste, she knew she couldn't stall anymore.

Slowly, she headed towards the beach tote on the ground and closed her eyes, pulling out the swimsuit Ginny had packed her. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes, saw the skimpy garment in her hands and felt a new wave of sickness coming on.

The swimsuit was a bikini of course, a red bikini. Red and shiny and...revealing. The top tied with strings that wrapped around her neck and back. Covering her bottom would be nothing but the thin red, traditional cut, underwear-looking bikini bottoms.

Hermione grimaced involuntarily and looked longingly at the trash can where her trashed outfit resided. 'No. This is all you have to wear now.' she thought to herself, forcing her head to turn away and focus on the bathing suit in her hand. Sighing remorsefully, Hermione put on the bikini and nervously checked herself out in the mirror.

Though more exposing than she'd hoped, the swimsuit looked good on her. She pulled her wand out of the bag to transform her fluffy white towel into a white sundress cover-up. Looking at herself one more time in the mirror, she headed back downstairs where Draco was waiting.

Looking around, Hermione didn't see him. 'Where could he be?' she was thinking to herself as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. Instinctively, she jumped out of fright and surprise.

"Shhh, Granger. It's just me." Draco whispered and chuckled lightly into her ear.

"You scared me!" She exclaimed defensively but relaxed into his arms nonetheless.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. I promise that was not my intention." He whispered into her ear again.

"It's okay, Draco." she said, still wrapped in his arms and facing the wall.

Suddenly, he swung her around so she was facing him. Taken by surprise yet again, she squealed.

"You like to surprise people, don't you?" She accused, heart still pounding from the surprise attack.

Draco smirked. "Sometimes, but mostly I just like to surprise you."

Hermione put on an exasperated face. "Well aren't I lucky?" she asked sarcastically.

Without warning, he brought her closer to him, hugging her body close and spoke into her hair.

"You're very lucky and you know it." He whispered, Hermione could tell he was grinning. Hermione hugged him back, burying her face in his chest, inhaling his scent deeply.

"I know I am." She admitted softly. Draco pulled away and examined her, smiling.

"As am I." He declared, nodding. Hermione blushed and smiled goofily, he had that effect on her.

"Will you dine with me by the pool this fine night, Granger?" He asked, offering his hand.

"Yes, Malfoy. It'd be my pleasure." She laughed, taking the hand offered and heading out to the patio by the deck with him.

Politely, he pulled out her chair and pushed her in once she was seated. Afterwards, he sat next to her in his own chair.

"What's for dinner, Draco?" Hermione asked, interestedly.

"Chocolate chip pancakes." he smiled, calling the house elf to bring out the food. Two seconds later, a house elf appeared with a platter filled with chocolate chip pancakes and all the toppings you could ever imagine.

"This cannot be healthy, please tell me you don't have this for breakfast every morning." Hermione said, watching the pancakes as they were set down in front of them.

"No. I had this prepared for us. I heard you liked pancakes." he told her, making her plate for her.

"I do." Hermione said, still gaping at all the toppings.

"Well then, eat up, Granger." He smiled, handing her her plate which now held bacon and a pancake.

Once Hermione had finally chosen what toppings she wanted on her pancakes, conversation flared up again.

"That's a big pool." Hermione said, nodding in the direction. Draco smirked.

"We'll go swimming in it after this." he informed her.

"B-but don't we have to let our food settle for at least half an hour before swimming?" She asked, trying to stall for time before he saw her in her bikini.

"You know as well as I, Granger, that that is nothing more than a silly myth. Why? Are you scared?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her and continuing to smirk.

"Me? Scared? Of what?" She asked, trying to laugh it off but ended up sounding shaky and foreign rather than sarcastic and mocking. Draco smirked further.

"You really are scared, Granger! I think you're scared to let me see you in your bathing suit." He taunted lightly. At this, Hermione flushed a burgundy red.

"I am not!" She tried to protest, voice cracking.

"Sure you aren't, Hermione." He laughed softly. Hermione mock-glared at him for a few moments and then took a sip of her pumpkin juice, wanting to avoid the awkward conversation occurring.

Choosing to finish her dinner in slow silence, she got more and more nervous every minute. There was no talk to distract her. She realized her fear was somewhat irrational but Draco had seen supermodels all over the world in bikinis, and as much as Hermione hated to admit it, probably less. They had gone to Europe just a few months ago for interviews where they had gorgeous girls and topless beaches. Gorgeous, topless, pureblood witches just lying around on the wizard beach for guys like Draco Malfoy. How could Hermione be expected to compete with that?

After an hour of dragging out their breakfast for dinner, Hermione decided she couldn't pretend she was eating any longer and had the house elf take her plate away.

"Ready for a midnight swim, Granger?" He asked, flashing his devilish smile.

Hermione swallowed hard.

'No, not really. Actually, not at all.' She wanted to respond.

"Yes." She said instead, forcing a smile on her face.

Draco smiled and led the way down the steps to the edge of the pool. Hermione blushed furiously as he removed his light blue t-shirt and flip flops, leaving him in only his green swim trunks. His abdomen was perfectly sculpted- a 6 pack a guy would kill for.

Embarrassedly, Hermione caught herself staring and looked into the water nervously instead.

"You know you have to take off your cover up to go swimming, right?" He asked lightly.

Hermione nodded, tugging at the hem of her dress slowly. 'Quick and fast like a band aid,' she thought to herself, ripping off the garment and tossing it to the side.

Shifting uncomfortably and crossing arms nervously, she watched Draco look her up and down with an expression on his face. Much to her surprise, it wasn't one of disgust or even civility but one of admiration and desire. Hermione giggled, trying to break the silence and Draco snapped out of it.

"You look...sexy, Granger." Draco complimented, smirking. At this, Hermione blushed fire engine red. Draco petted her cheek with the back of his hand lovingly, stroking the blush for a minute before grinning and jumping into the pool.

Hermione just stood there, watching him.

"Care to join me?" He asked, grinning and resurfacing, fixing his hair. Stubbornly, Hermione stood there. Grinning evilly, he swam slowly over to the edge where she was standing.

"What do you think you're doing, Mister Malfoy?" she asked, voice quavering nervously.

"Well, if you're not going to come in willingly, I'll force you in." He shrugged, grabbing one of her ankles with his hand before she could move. A second later, Hermione found herself falling into the pool.

"Ahhh!" She screeched as she kicked wildly, resurfacing. From the corner of her eye she could see Draco laughing.

"You think this is funny, Malfoy?" She asked shrilly, smoothing out her hair with one hand.

"Just a little bit." He admitted, chuckling.

Hermione crossed her arms and scowled. Immediately at this, Draco sobered up.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. That was very wrong of me and I shouldn't have done it...but I did." he said, grinning slightly. Hermione sighed frustratedly.

"Whatever." she retorted, icily, turning her back to him.

"Ah, shit. Nice job, Draco. You've pissed her off and now she hates you." Draco scolded himself underneath his breath. Unable to help himself, he swam silently underneath the water and straight to Hermione's turned back. When he got there, he resurfaced quietly and wrapped his arms around her bare waist. She jumped slightly and tensed, Draco figured as much.

"I'm sorry, love. You're not still mad at me, are you? I truly am sorry."

"No, I guess I over-reacted just a tad bit. You're forgiven." She said, sighing and turning around to face him again. "Listen, I need to tell you something…"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, so I'm sorry I completely vanished, I'm back now, though! Please read&&review! IF YOU HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS ON WHAT HERMIONE HAS TO TELL DRACO, I'M ALL EARS!