The next day neither Malfoy nor I saw each other for long. Each of would find something that urgently had to be done when the other entered a room. Our parents probably thought we were insane but it was just too akward between us since last night. Not that anything had really happened, I didn't totally understand what had passed between us but something had changed. My sister Camille was looking awfully cheerful that morning.

"What up, buttercup?" She was laying on her bed clutching a paper to her chest and smiling constantly. She waved me to her side and pushed the parchment in my face. On the parchment in chicken scratch handwriting I dechipered part of the letter. It was from her boyfriend Marcus telling Cam that he was sorry about what he had said to her. He knew now that it was a photoshopped picture from a jealous girl in their grade. The girl he had claimed was going out with him was all fiction. He apologized to her multiple times and begged her forgiveness.

Camille beamed like a ray of sunlight, her light brown hair held streaks of blond that caught the light. She was wearing my clothes still but she looked more comfortable in them then she ever had in her conservative suits. I hugged her and returned her letter leaving her to her happiness. I went outside and walked around the property while it wasn't too hot. I was surprised to find that the Malfoys had added a pool to the property. Taking my walk in the direction of the pool I sat down on the concrete, dipping my legs into the cool water.

Deep in thought about what had happened during the last month I didn't notice the shape under the water moving closer to me.

"I'm such a drama queen," I said disgusted with myself. That was two seconds before I was pulled beneath the surface. Water filled my mouth as I tried to scream. Sinking until even the top of my head was under the surface. I swam up kicking my legs until my face was above the water. Gasping for air I choked up water. Swimming to the edge of the pool I pulled myself out. My sweatshirt was completely soaked and trailed water as I walked away. My sandals were sitting by the chair I'd left them by. My shorts were wet but they were black so it wasn't so bad. I'd never thanked the Goddess as much as I did then that almost all of the clothes I owned were black. I heard laughter from the pool and I turned to find Malfoy laughing his head off in the middle of the water. My hair was in a ponytail that now stuck in a black lump to the back of my neck uncomfortably.

"You think that was funny?" I yelled irritably at him. He controlled his laughter enough to yell back,

"No I think that was freakin' hilarious!" I glared at him while twisting that water out of my hair. He swam up to me but far enough away not to get kicked.

"Come on Dresden live a little," I continued to try to get dry again as I mimicked him.

"Come on Dresden live a little..." I mocked with my nose scrunched up. Malfoy had swam back to me and he waited until I finished ringing the water out of my shirt before he tugged me into the water again.

I came up spitting water. He was laughing again, well two can play at that game! I swam over to him and dunked him under the water. He turned underneath the water and came up behind me pinning me to the wall. Laughing so hard I didn't notice he wasn't laughing with me. Slowly my laugh subsided and I got really quiet. Malfoy was extremely close, uncomfortably close.

"Did you know your eyes are gold right now?" he asked before he closed his eyes and leaned forward to kiss me but I turned my head.

It didn't matter to him he just kissed and nibbled on my neck with an expertise that confirmed that he was a player. I tried to detached myself from his arms but I didn't have enough space to move.

"Malfoy!" I whined, he didn't stop what he was doing but he did look at me. Leaving my neck for one minute he remarked,

"Couldn't you call me Draco for once?"

"No because that would signal that I like you," I mutter, he gives an annoyed sigh and pushed away from me.

I pulled myself out again and grabbed the rest of my clothes, running all the way back to the house. I didn't stop until I was safely in my room. I leaned against the door and closed my eyes wishing the area he'd been kissing would stop tingling. I couldn't get his face out of my mind. I didn't like Draco. Draco? I mean Malfoy! We've hated each other for years. The image of him in the pool kept coming into view even as I tried to push it away. His hair had been slicked back like it used to be when we were little. His features were pointed but with a fluid grace to them. Water was streaming off his hair and the arrogant smirk was gone. He was as pale as me and his hair was white blond. His grey eyes focused totally on me as he leaned in to kiss me.

We'd grown up together spending each summer with eachother but during the past six years we'd changed. We weren't little kids bickering over toys anymore we were almost adults and the childish games were over. That fact scared me in a way nothing else could.