A/N: It seems like I have detected a small flaw in my attempts to make this story good… I really like the thought of Draco teaching Hermione how to surf, the small difficulty is that I don't have a f**king clue how to surf. I know, smart really smart… So I will do my best and if any of you have some tips and such, please feel free to PM me or put it in a review.

On another (more depressing) note… today is the last day of the winter break so the updates will probably not be as frequent (sad, sad face). But the lessons will probably be boring, so hopefully I will be able to write some then. Suck on that teachers Mohahahah… *cough, cough*

Oh yeah.. someday this coming week I and my friend ThreeUnicorns will post a story that originally was a mail-conversation between the two of us that quickly went out of hand… It's not posted here though. Because it's co-written we have decided to create a new account, Unicorn And Freaky (creative I know…) so it will be posted there if you care to take a peek.

Thanks to Vixcie22 for the beta and let's get on with the story after this monstrous A/N…

Surf lesson

Hermione stood with her arms crossed defiantly over her chest looking skeptically at Malfoy who was on his knees in the sand, drawing two surfboards. He really thought that he could get her on a board again didn't he? Hermione herself was less than certain, and even though the drawn surfboards looked ridiculous they were better than the alternative.

"So" Malfoy began as he stood up turning around to face her, before he continued with a smirk tugging at his lips."This will be your board today." He pointed on right board.

"Wonderful" she murmured dryly but stayed put.

"It's quite hard to teach you something when you're standing there all day."

"Sorry if I'm not so excited about this" she said to him and walked over to the sand-board she had been assigned.

"Too bad for you. Now position yourself on the board to the side which you're feeling most comfortable with. I like to stand turned to the right with my right foot on the back of the board and my left in the middle."

Hermione did as he said and positioned herself like he did, her back at him, much so he couldn't see her nervous expression. "Like this?" she asked placing her feet like he had instructed, but otherwise standing unyielding like a pop-stickle.

"Are you serious?"

She turned her head around to stare at him. "What?"

"You can't seriously believe that you would be able to surf like that?" He waived his arm up and down like that would have explained her stiff stance.

"Then how should I stand? You haven't given me any more instructions" she said, getting rather aggravated.

"Loosen up! Bend your legs slightly. Use your arms to keep the balance."

She tried to do all the things that he said. Keeping the information in her head was a piece of cake. Ordering her body to do them was another. There was a reason she had spent most of her childhood with her nose in a book. Her body didn't always end up doing what it was supposed to do. She had quite a few embarrassing moments in her past that she'd put away, locked, and never intended to recollect, ever again.

"Better?" she asked sticking her tongue out slightly in the corner of her mouth, just as she always did when she concentrated.

His response was an amused chuckle turning into a cough. "Yes, well as much as I and everyone else on this beach like the view, sticking your butt out like that will make you unbalanced which will probably make you fall."

Her embarrassment as he was referring to her butt was quickly replaced by fear and an unwelcome shiver spread through her body.

Did he have to mention the possibility to fall?

"Relax Granger" his voice was suddenly right behind her. And of course that fact made her freeze once more and thus doing directly the opposite of what he asked.

Suddenly she felt his hands on her shoulders. First she went even more stiff but as he didn't let go she grew calm under his touch. Interesting.

"Relax, deep breaths. That's it Granger. We're still on solid ground. Nothing to be afraid of. Now bend your legs. Good. Look at that, almost perfect."

"Almost?" She said with a frown. Hermione didn't like being 'almost perfect'. If she wasn't perfect she trained until she perfected it.

"Your butt is still too big.." Malfoy almost breathed this in her ear and she could nearly feel his smirk against her neck.

His hands left their secure places on her shoulders and started tailing down to more dangerous territories that acquaintances shouldn't touch! Because she supposed that was what they were. Acquaintances. Not friendly not enemies.

His hands stopped at her hips and she almost forgot to breathe. Why did he have this affect on her? It wasn't healthy!

After giving her hips a slight nudge forward he whispered once again in her ear. "Now it's perfect." Before stepping back and therefore letting Hermione breathe normally again. She didn't understand why that whisper made her feel all tingly and she didn't intend to stick around long enough to find out.

"What time is it?" she asked as nonchalantly as possible and completely random.

"Ehmm… quarter to one." She could nearly hear the frown in his voice.

"Oh my! Really? Then I better get going. I have a spa-appointment at one. See you around!" she quickly took her stuff and cleared the field.

Hurrying back to the hotel she decided that she might as well make the lie she told Malfoy real. Merlin knew she could use the relaxation. Heading in the direction of the spa she crossed her fingers hoping with all her might, that they had an opening.

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Draco was left staring as Granger hurried in the direction of the hotel. He knew that he had probably taken it one step too far with grabbing her hips and all, but come on, he was a male! She was sticking her cute butt out towards him, what was he supposed to do? Just stand and stare? No, Malfoys' didn't stare, they took action and that was precisely what he had done. Besides he always liked getting Granger uncomfortable, it was his own little hobby.

Wait. His thought came to a shrieking halt. Rewind that a couple of sentences. Had he really thought that Grangers butt was cute? Cute? Just like Malfoys didn't stare Malfoys also didn't thought things were cute. Especially not Granger's butt.

He needed a drink.