I swear, I am the worst updater ever! I'm sorry times a million! Anyway, I made this chapter longer than usual, 1) for the fact that I haven't updated in like a month and 2) I'm having surgery tomorrow (Monday) and don't know when I will be able to update again. It's nothing serious, but I'll be out of school for 2 weeks and I'll be loaded down with all the make up work. So please enjoy! And send me lots of reviews, cuz they will totally make me feel better!

Hermione walked out of her room yawning. After a dream like that, how was she supposed to be able to sleep? Every time she closed her eyes, she could see that promising smile, and her heart had a conniption. Why couldn't it have been that damnable smirk he was known for? That definitely wouldn't elicit the same reaction; after all, she had seen him smirk like that for seven years. But that promising smile? A promise of intense pleasure? That was going to be burned into her memory forever.

As she adjusted her white T-shirt and dark blue 'cheerleading' shorts, Hermione walked into the kitchen to find Tyler working diligently in the kitchen, still in his black sleep pants and no shirt.

"Morning," he smiled at her happily.

"Good morning," she yawned.

"Didn't sleep well?" he asked, putting whatever he was making on a plate.

"Nope, had a dream that ended up keeping me up."

"Nightmare, or a different kind of dream?" he winked and handed her the plate.

She smacked his arm playfully and grabbed the plate from him, "Thanks." She sat down on a stool at the bar. Tyler had made her favorite; sausage gravy, scrambled eggs, and flaky biscuits. "Mmmm," she said as she took the first delicious bite.

"You must have been really tired last night. When we came in to tell you we were heading out to party and see if you wanted to come, you were asleep. Is there something wrong?" he asked, concern showing in his expression.

"No, I'm fine," she replied, debating whether to tell him her encounter with Eric. It couldn't do any harm, right?

"Are you sure?" his voice was skeptical.

"Yeah, it's no big deal. I…uh…I just ran into Eric," she said, not looking at him. He knew the story, after all, he had moved in a couple weeks after.

"Oh," he breathed.

"It's ok, it was just a surprise and I guess it kind of stressed me out," she smiled faintly.

"Then that's why he asked," Tyler said, sounding like he was talking to himself.

"Why who asked what?" she asked as she took a bite of biscuit smothered in the sausage gravy.

"That blonde guy, the one Ron hates."

Hermione choked, "Malfoy?" she coughed.

"Yeah, him," Tyler replied as he went to the fridge, poured a glass of orange juice and handed it to her.

She drank it quickly, "What about him?" she breathed heavily.

"Well, I guess he recognized me as one of your friends, and he asked me where you were. He said he was looking for you but hadn't been able to find you. I told him that you were sleeping and he seemed concerned. He wanted to know if you had anymore run in-s with Eric," he said while studying her expressions. She sat, keeping her face plain.

"Yeah, he helped me…he kinda…don't tell anyone okay?"

"Scouts honor," he said and held up his hand with the boy scout sign.

"Ok, well, he posed as my boyfriend during the run-in with Eric. I saw him and…well…I panicked, and when I turned around, there he was and I didn't want to face him alone, so I asked him and he helped," she explained, a slight smile on her lips. She had forgotten that he had kissed the crook of her neck and suddenly her skin tingled.

"That was nice of him, maybe he's not the bad guy Ron makes him out to be," Tyler said as he took the stool next to hers.

"Ron actually has every right not to like Malfoy. When we went to school with him, he was this arrogant jerk who thought nothing of himself. He insulted me every chance he got and never once showed any sign of remorse," she said frowning a little.

"If he was so bad, then why be nice to him now, when he never showed you the same courtesy?"

"In the couple times I've hung out with him, that date included, he has shown me that he has changed and to my immense surprise, I actually had a good time with him. He still showed his arrogance somewhat, but it wasn't the same as at school," she shrugged, "I guess maybe I felt he should have a second chance."

"That's nice of you, considering his actions in the past. Then again, I can't really have an opinion against him since I wasn't there. Anyway, everyone left about an hour before you got up, they went in to town to look around some more, they said something about leaving tomorrow for a race in Oklahoma," Tyler said as he got up and went toward the sink, intending to do the dishes.

"No, I got it, you made breakfast, I'll clean up," Hermione waved her hand and the dishes started to clean themselves.

"I keep forgetting that you're a witch," Tyler laughed. "It's weird being the only non-magical person in this place. Wait, you did that without your wand," Tyler raised his eye brow at her.

"Oh, that's easy, I transmuted my wand into a bracelet, that way I could have it with me at all times and no one that didn't know I was a witch wouldn't know," Hermione smiled and wiggled her wrist in the air, showing off a thin blue bracelet with a design similar to the one that was on her wand.

"Neat, well, I'm going to go get dressed, I met this girl yesterday and she asked me to hang out today," Tyler said as he started down the hall.

"Go Tyler," Hermione smiled.

"Yeah, yeah, see ya later," Tyler laughed.

Later that afternoon Hermione walked down the side walk aimlessly, she had seen everything she wanted to see yesterday and now didn't know what to do. She clicked her tongue ring against the back of her teeth, a habit she started out of boredom or nervousness. She looked around her, secretly hoping not to run into Malfoy. She didn't think she would be able to look at him with out seeing the Malfoy that was in her dream.

I feel like going racing, Hermione thought as she passed a booth with motorcycle racing pictures on it. Maybe I should just go home, grab my bike out of the trailer and go for a ride.

She was about to turn around and do just that when someone yelled, "Hermione Granger?" in a familiar voice, one filled with contempt.

Why the hell do I keep running into people? Hermione thought as she reluctantly turned around.

"Well, well, well, I never thought that I would see you again, let alone at a place like this," frowned a girl with black cropped hair, dressed in pink riding gear. She looked Hermione up and down, taking in her light blue tank top with a picture of GIR from Invader Zim curled in a ball with the words "I saw a squirrel! It was going like this…" in white and black lettering and her black cargos that hugged her nicely around the waist and flared out at the bottom to swallow her black and blue vans.

"I didn't think I would see you again at all, Pansy. In fact, I hoped it would happen that way, but I guess luck is just against me," Hermione smiled sweetly.

Pansy turned as if to go and Hermione took that as her chance to leave. She didn't feel like getting into a quarrel today.

"Hey Eric, guess who I found!" Pansy yelled.

Hermione froze, This cannot be happening.

"Who'd you find, babe," Eric hadn't seen her yet…she could still run.

"Granger," Pansy smiled.

Hermione turned around and faced the couple, looking braver than she felt. "You're dating her?" After a moment she started laughing as it hit her, two of the few people she didn't like were dating each other, not to mention it was her ex, and Malfoy's ex.

"What's so funny, Granger? I don't see anyone on your arm," Pansy spit out with a smirk.

"Now you do," said a smooth voice, and Pansy's face fell.

"Hey," Hermione turned and smiled at Malfoy noticing he had on a dark blue shirt and blue jeans, "what took you so long?"

"Sorry, the guys held me up," Malfoy smiled in return.

"Now this is something to laugh at," Eric said, "ex's dating ex's, what are the odds?"

"Obviously pretty good," replied Hermione, looking away from Malfoy. She was trying to stop the flutter in her stomach caused when she looked at him; the smile from her dream was coming back to her.

"I can't believe you're dating her! How low could you get?" yelled Pansy. Eric stood beside her with a stupid smile on his face, it was obvious he thought this whole situation was funny.

"Not as low as I was when I was dating you Pansy. Come on Hermione, we've got better things to do," Malfoy grabbed her hand and started to pull her away, a frown on his face.

After Hermione managed to keep pace, they walked in silence, still holding hands, their fingers laced together. They passed booth after booth and after awhile, arrived at the road that would take them the short distance to the camp ground.

"How is it that you always appear at the perfect time?" Hermione asked softly.

Malfoy looked down at her, "I don't know, for some reason I'm always close when you get into unwanted situations, and I find myself going over to get you out, even though I don't think I should."

"Well, thank you. Though this time I think I was doing ok, seeing Eric didn't make me panic like last time. I think I was just surprised that I would run into them both at the same time, not to mention the fact that he's dating her." Hermione smiled, she still thought it was funny.

Malfoy was silent for a few moments.

"You didn't have to come this far with me you know, you could have gone to find your friends before we left the town."

"I was headed this way myself before I was so rudely interrupted in my quest," Hermione said, trying to lighten the mood. She could tell Malfoy wasn't liking the fact that Pansy was here, or that she was dating her ex. "Besides, the walk is more fun if you have company," she smiled up at him and squeezed his hand."

Malfoy looked down at her, a small smile gracing his lips. They were silent again until they were almost to Hermione's motor home.

"There are races tonight," Malfoy said when they were almost to the front door.

"Awesome! Where?" Hermione asked excitedly. She turned to look at him and he noticed that her eyes were lit up with excitement.

"At a place called Warner, it's on the other side of town, it's a dirt track," he said. They were standing outside of her motor home now.

"Oh yeah, I've been there, I raced there last time I was here. Where's sign up?" Hermione smiled.

"There are booths set up at each of the camping grounds as well as in town. I was going to sign up now."

"I have an idea, let's go riding. We can go anywhere, it's better than sitting around on the couch for the rest of the day. Besides, I'm itching to take my bike out, I'm sure it feels neglected," she smiled.

"Sounds good to me," he replied, "I'll sign you up too, if you like, or do you want to come with me to do it?"

"Sign me up please, any time is good with me."

"Alright, I'll be back her in about fifteen minutes," he let go of her hand, and started to walk away.

"I'll be waiting," she called after him before turning to walk into the motor home.

Fifteen minutes later, Hermione was outside straddling her motorcycle waiting for Malfoy. She was already wearing her motorcycle jacket and her helmet was sitting in her lap. She wasn't out there long before an emerald green motorcycle with a similarly clad rider.

Hermione smiled as he drove up, "All set?"

"Ready when you are," he replied through his helmet, a pair of dark sunglasses covering his eyes.

Hermione sat up straight and picked up her helmet from her lap. Unlike her companion, her bike was black, and she was dressed in all black, including her helmet.

She quickly slipped her helmet onto her head and moved it around to adjust it, then tightened the strap under her chin and snapped it in place and slipped on a pair of mirrored Oakley's. After turning the key and starting her bike, she looked over at Malfoy and nodded before kicking up her kickstand and taking off.

I have definitely been off my bike for too long, she thought as she accelerated onto the road, turning the opposite way from the town.

Hermione and Malfoy rode side by side on the road for awhile, she was looking for a nice place to stop and just relax, while he was thinking about what she had in mind for this ride.

After awhile, Hermione found the perfect spot to stop. Off the side of the road, not too far was a hill with trees on one side, while the other looked over an open field. She waved her hand to get Malfoy's attention and motioned to the side of the road. She saw him give a nod and started to gear down and pull over.

"Where are we going?" asked Malfoy, once they had pulled over and removed their helmets.

"That hill right there," she pointed over her shoulder.

"Why?" He thought she wanted to ride, not walk up a hill.

"To relax Malfoy, a spot to get away from…stuff," she smiled.

"And what are we supposed to do with the bikes?"

Hermione hadn't thought of that and turned to look at the terrain. Their bikes weren't made for off-road use, but then again, the ground didn't look too rough.

"I'm sure the bikes can handle the short distance to the base of the hill, it doesn't look that bad and as long as we go slow, we should be fine."

"Whatever Granger, but you ruin my bike and you're paying for repairs," Malfoy said skeptically but followed her anyway.

Hermione rolled off the road slowly, before giving a little gas, just to propel her enough that she didn't have to push with her legs much. Her helmet, which sat in her lap, strapped to a loop on her jacket, bounced slightly but stayed put.

"See, now that wasn't so bad, now was it? And your bike looks perfectly fine," she smiled. She turned off her bike, and put the kick stand down. "Now, on to the hill," she said happily.

Malfoy followed after Hermione at a slower pace, not really feeling like walking up a hill. After a few moments of him lagging behind, Hermione turned, took the few steps to get to him and grabbed his hand.

"Come on now slow poke, is this too much exercise for you? Do you need to stop and take a breather?" she teased.

"Please, I don't sit on the couch all day eating bon bons, I have a gym in my motor home which I make good use of every day," he said with a scoff.

"Well then," she wrapped her free hand around his bicep and squeezed, "very nice," she laughed.

"All those years of Quidditch help too."

"I'm sure they did," Hermione said thinking about what other muscles she would find perfectly sculpted…not that she had seen any…yet.

At the top of the hill, Hermione removed her motorcycle jacket and set it on the ground, along with her gloves, and laid down in the soft grass.

She patted the spot next to her, "Come on Malfoy, take a load off," she smiled while shielding her eyes from the sun, which was bright, even with her sunglasses on.

He sighed, but removed his jacket and laid down next to her. She reached over and found his hand at his side and laced her fingers through his.

After a long time of silence, just laying in each other's company, Hermione decided to say something.

"I was thinking about it, and I'm sorry about Pansy, I know your break up is more fresh than mine and Eric's, so that little confrontation probably hurt you more than me," she said softly.

"I'm over it," he replied quickly, "Besides, I don't know what I saw in her."

"Yeah, me neither…I mean come on, the hair? She is so long over due for a new hair cut and who the heck wears pink and races motorcycles? Girly colors and racing don't go together," Hermione joked and smiled happily when she got a couple of laughs.

"Yeah, I always thought she looked like a small pumpkin with a wig on and I agree, racing a pink bike is ridiculous," he smiled.

"Oh my god! Are you serious? She races a pink bike?" Hermione started laughing. She rolled over onto her side, facing Malfoy, the hand that was holding his hand now supporting her had. "Are you just joking or does she really race a pink bike?"

"I promise, she races a pink bike. In fact, I saw her name on the sign up list, so you'll get to see proof. Oh, the race I signed up for turned out to be full so I put your name on the one right after mine, it's the one that Pansy is racing in," he tilted his head to look at her, which wasn't far since she was considerably closer now that she was on her side facing him.

"Sweet, I'll beat her, and she'll shut right up," Hermione beamed. This race was going to be so much fun! She was even more excited about it now that she knew there was someone there that she wanted to beat.

"Pansy will never shut up, she's like the Energizer bunny, she just keeps going and going and going," Malfoy smirked.

Hermione poked his chest playfully, but after awhile her smile faded. "I never thought I would be laying up on a hill and having a good time with you of all people," she said softly, finding herself tracing the words VOLCOM on the chest of his blue t-shirt.

"I know the feeling," he said in a low voice, watching her watch her finger move.

Malfoy reached up and took the edge of her sunglasses between his thumb and forefinger and slid them up onto the top of her head, wanting to see her eyes, instead of his reflection. Hermione blinked at the sudden brightness, but made no move to put them back down on her nose. Instead she reached up with the hand that had been tracing the letters on his shirt, and removed his sunglasses the way he did hers.

"This wasn't supposed to happen," Malfoy whispered as he felt Hermione begin to lean over him.

"But it did," she whispered back and watching his eyes, as if for some sign of him wanting her to stop, she leaned all the way over him and touched her lips to his.

Hermione's hand rested on Malfoy's chest, while his hand came to rest on her waist as he angled his body more toward hers. Their lips moved together innocently at first, slowly, as if testing the waters, getting to know the feel of each other's lips, seeing if either was going to going to stop and pull away. After a few moments, when both were sure the other wasn't going to pull away, Hermione let Malfoy deepen the kiss, as he pulled her closer.

As Malfoy's tongue ran across her lips, Hermione was immediately reminded of her dream, only in real life, it was much less frantic and not so rushed. It was like they had all the time in the world to get to know each other. She parted her lips and whimpered when his warm tongue began to explore every part of her mouth. Malfoy began to slowly push her back so she was laying in the grass, and he was above her. Her hands instantly went into his hair, finding it as soft as she had dreamt it, while his ran up and down her sides, the tickling sensation causing goose bumps to rise on her skin.

"Your tongue ring feels weird," Malfoy breathed as he pulled away slightly.

"You're the first one to kiss me since I got it," she whispered, her breath coming in short pants.

Malfoy gave a quick smile before sealing her lips with his again, their tongues instantly meeting. Hermione arched into Malfoy as his hand traveled under her shirt to caress the skin on her stomach and moved around to her back, holding her closer to him.

Hermione began to feel like she couldn't get close enough to him, and knew that if he would just lie completely on top of her, instead of to the side, it would be enough. Reluctantly removing her hands from her hair, she ran her fingers down his sides, until she reached his belt loops and looping a thumb through the one right at his hip, she pulled and Malfoy obviously understood what she wanted because he moved to lay between her legs. Hermione moaned quietly when Malfoy's body settled on hers, her hands moving to press against his back.

Malfoy broke away from her mouth and began to slowly trail open mouth kisses across her jaw, and down her neck; stopping every few kisses to suck the skin lightly into his mouth before moving on. Hermione gasped when he reached the dip between her neck and shoulder and nipped it. She couldn't form a coherent thought, other than his lips against her skin felt amazing. And just like her dream, his touch made her feel like every nerve had a mind of its own, and each was on a wild roller coaster.

"Draco," she moaned softly as he pressed his hips down on hers slightly, just like the kiss, testing to see if she would say no.

"Yes," he breathed between kisses along her collar bone.

"This wasn't supposed to happen," she breathed in sharply as he nipped the dip between her shoulder and neck on the other side, before trailing open mouth kisses back up her neck, again stopping every few kisses to gently suck the skin.

"But it did," he replied huskily before meeting her lips again.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed! Some were very humorous, like AFC-07 who said "AAH...dont tell me that was a fucking dream! NO...they need to be fucking each-other like jack rabbits right now! gr...update soon please :)" and a couple others. They all made me laugh, and so, I decided to give you guys a little something. Hope you liked it!