A/N; I may have built the summer house and created Hermione and Draco in the Sims 3 and spend all of my free non-story writing time playing it :D Things start to get a lil rude this chapter ;) Once again, thank you for all your lovely reviews, especially Taylor F who is just awesome!
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"So, if I've got the ball and you what it, what are you going to do?"
"Urm, ask for it?"
"Draco, you're a Slytherin, you don't ask. You take"
"Ok… So how do I take?"
"You tackle"
"I what?"
"You tackle. It's easy look," she turned to face him directly "if I'm running and you want the ball the easiest way to get it is to push me over. That doesn't really work, to tackle me you need to run at me"
"I'm not running at you" Draco crossed his arms over his chest
"Yes you are. You won't hurt me; I play rugby with the boys all the time"
"I wasn't afraid of me hurting you I'm afraid of you hurting me"
"Grow some balls" This comment more that slightly wounded Draco, how dare she suggest he had a lack of male pride.
"Fine Granger, I'll tackle you if you really want me too" Draco widened his legs and crouched down, ready to run at her.
"To tackle someone you need to aim for their legs. Getting their legs means they're unable to move. Use your shoulder to push them down and tuck your head in to protect it. You ready?"
"Oh I'm ready" Draco smirked at her
"Go"
Draco ran at her, he had no idea what he was doing; non-broomstick sport didn't exactly come naturally to him. Before he could keep thinking Hermione was close enough. He pushed forward, using his shoulder to drive her back, grabbing onto the backs of her thighs. He felt himself fall with her but with his hands holding onto her he had no way to stop himself. They hit the grass with a thud. A tangle of bodies, bare skin rubbing on bare skin, Draco could feel her breasts pressed against his chest through her bikini, her legs interlocking with his, holding one of them between hers.
"Good. That was good" Hermione breathed, hitting the floor at such a speed had winded her.
"We're not doing that again" Draco rolled to the slide slightly, allowing Hermione to take deeper breaths "You good?"
"Yeah. Thanks" Hermione nodded. "I think you should just stick to Quidditch" she laughed.
Draco had hardly ever heard Hermione laugh before the summer; it was a nice sound, certainly one he could get used to.
"Come on" Hermione patted his back as she started to sit up. "Let's try again"
For the next 4 days Hermione taught Draco the rules of Rugby, they watched games on TV and visited the local rugby ground. By the end of the week Draco was well and truly versed in the game of rugby, as well as being slightly bruised and sore in places he never knew could be sore.
It was late morning and Draco was lounging on the sofa on the deck reading one of Hermione's many books while she was sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water. A shuffle and a painful gasp from behind her caught her attention.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, I think I just pulled a muscle. Every single muscle in my body"
"I know just the thing" Draco groaned. Hermione's 'things' often ended in aches and pains
"You'll enjoy it I promise" she grabbed him by the hand and all but dragged him over to the hot tub, she slipped into the warm water her muscles immediately relaxing "Get in"
Draco slid in next to her "it's a bath"
"Ah, but it's not just any bath" she turner round and pressed a button. The small pool started rumbling before it bubbling. "It's like a massage; it should make you feel better, less achy"
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Draco spoke "So when's this beach party?"
"This afternoon I think"
"Cool. So what do I wear?"
"Just shorts but bring a t-shirt and a hoodie, we'll be out late and it could get cold. Actually we should probably start getting read. We need to pop to the shop and get some booze, I don't think we bought enough the other day" Hermione stood up and got out. "You coming?"
"Yeah I'll follow you in" Draco was thankful to be alone. His shorts were tented under the water, it was wrong and he knew it but he couldn't help it. Hermione had been so friendly to him and she looked hot in her bikini. It's natural, I'm a teenage boy and it's natural. His hand ran up and down his leg then stopped. He couldn't do that here. He stood up to survey the damage, his cock was visible through the blue and white fabric, it was obvious he was hard. Nothing could be done about it now; he got out and made his way inside, Hermione was in the kitchen with her back to him
"I'm going to go dry off and change. Won't be long" he shouted at her as he all but ran past the kitchen.
Once in his room he grabbed his cock through his shorts and rubbed it. Striping off and sitting on the edge of the bed Draco held the base of his cock; he closed his eyes and began to pump. Sliding his hand up and down his cock he groaned involuntary. The tension had been building up in him for days, he needed this release. Gripping harder and pumping faster Draco came, silencing his scream by biting his lip. After cleaning up, changing into something dry and flinging a hoodie over his shoulder he made his way downstairs. Hermione was sitting in the living room in a pair of short shorts and a baggy orange top that had slid down her arm, showing the top of her breast in its matching orange bikini.
"You ready?" Hermione's attention was taken away from her phone when Draco spoke. He looked a tad pink in the cheeks, he hadn't realised that she'd been upstairs when he was and she'd heard him. She smiled a knowing smile and grabbed her bag from the floor next to her.
"Come on, we'll walk. It's not far"
Closing the door behind them they made their way to the party. Oh what fun they would have.
