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Someday
Ch.1 Solitude
The sun blazed high above the water, burning off the remaining fog that danced above the water. A quiet summer morning brought still waters, absent of activity, with only the mere sound of the cicadas rubbing its' wings together. Hermione stood in her cream and turquoise silk kimono robe, which covered the lace camisole she had worn to bed the previous night. She held a glass of orange juice in her hand and took in a deep breath of the clean mountain- lake air she has since grown accustomed to since arriving.
Hermione had developed into quite a beauty. Deciding during the middle of her 6th year that she wanted a new look, she worked very hard to look how she did. An hour of running every day on the school grounds helped to get of extra baby fat she had been carrying around. Her legs were longer, more shapely now, and thanks to some weight lifting, her arms were more toned and defined. Her face was thinner, allowing her beautiful cheekbones to show. Metropolitan magazine gave an article on proper skin care, and she stuck to the routine religiously, giving her a soft and even complexion. Her hair, she decided, only needed a few light blond high lights around her face and needed to be easier to manage. A visit to her parents' salon did the trick; her hair, still wavy, flowed past her shoulders with more easy and less frizz, and the high lights did wonders for her hazel eyes.
The robes at Hogwarts did no justice to any one's body shape, and Ron and Harry had barely noticed a change in her at all. She planned to show them though, in 4 weeks, when she would return to Hogwarts as Head Girl and a stunning beauty.
Hermione sighed again, and walked back inside to put on her swim suit. The thought of Ron and Harry squeezed at her heart a bit. Before the end of their 6th year, a huge fight had ensued between the trio, and neither one spoke to the other. Ron was jealous because Harry got all the girls' attention, while Harry didn't like the idea of Hermione dating anyone else. While they had never gone out, it was obvious that there were deeper feelings beyond friendship. Hermione felt that Ron and Harry were far too controlling of her and wanted to break lose from their overbearing grips. She knew the fight had been immature and stupid, but the thought of sitting around at home all summer hoping some one would owl her was enough to send her off the wall. With her parents' permission, she packed up a few of her belongings and escaped to their lake house for the summer.
Hermione finished tying the back of her two piece apron set from Veronica's Secret and threw her hair up in a messy ponytail. She slathered on some sunscreen (the lake had given her a beautiful but subtle tan), grabbed a towel and headed down to the dock. One of her favorite past times was jet skiing around the waters, jumping other boaters wake, spinning, and simply going full throttle down the way, letting the sun beam around her and the spray hitting her face. She loved the feeling of the freedom she felt out on the water. In a way, it was therapeutic for her. She lost all inhibitions on the lake, and let her heart take lead.
She slipped off her terry cloth wedged sandals and grabbed a life jacket from the lock box. Hermione dipped her foot in the water to test its temperature and smiled: the lake was nice and warm and calm, perfect for the adventure she was about to ensue. Jumping onto the seat of the jet ski, Hermione situated herself, pushed away from the dock and started the engine. The engine let out a small purr to let her know that it was awake and ready to go. The gas gauge was full- Hermione had filled up only yesterday- and she set off onto the water, her heart beat steadily picking up pace.
On the weekends, boaters and skiers alike all flocked up to the beautiful mountainous region to escape the hustle and bustle of every day life, making the waters very choppy and on occasion, very dangerous. Hermione merely smiled at the prospect, more people meant more wake for her to jump.
Her jet ski was a new model, and included navigational equipment and a CD player. She pressed the play button and the rhythm and beat of the muggle band "Metallica" filled her ears. There was only one way to ride the waters, and that was to the band. Fully prepared to take on the day, Hermione full throttled the jet ski and headed to wherever her heart guided her.
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A devilishly handsome smile spread across his face. He sat hidden away from plain view as he watched the brunette on the jet ski.
Draco Malfoy looked through his binoculars as he watched Hermione jump a passing boater's wake. He had been watching her since arriving at the lake. His father and mother away to Asia for the summer, Draco retreated to their summer home. He watched her as she jetted away from plain view, and Draco stood up and stretched his legs. His jaw line was stronger, his torso and arms much more muscular thanks to Quidditch and weight lifting. All the Slytherin girls wanted him, but he found them all boring and obsequious. He wanted a challenge. Granted, Granger drove him up the wall with her catty looks and know- it- all attitude, but the idea of the chase caused a stir in his boxers.
He wasn't a virgin, thanks to Pansy and a few other girls in Slytherin, but the thought of all of them disgusted him. They were slutty and willing to give too much. He had to admit it to himself, Hermione got hot, and the idea of the two of them fucking on his couch was enough to make him lose it right then and there. Seeing her every day gave him hard ons that lasted for hours, and he knew he couldn't take much more of it. From the moment he saw her, he made a vow to himself. He would have her.
Someday
Ch.1 Solitude
The sun blazed high above the water, burning off the remaining fog that danced above the water. A quiet summer morning brought still waters, absent of activity, with only the mere sound of the cicadas rubbing its' wings together. Hermione stood in her cream and turquoise silk kimono robe, which covered the lace camisole she had worn to bed the previous night. She held a glass of orange juice in her hand and took in a deep breath of the clean mountain- lake air she has since grown accustomed to since arriving.
Hermione had developed into quite a beauty. Deciding during the middle of her 6th year that she wanted a new look, she worked very hard to look how she did. An hour of running every day on the school grounds helped to get of extra baby fat she had been carrying around. Her legs were longer, more shapely now, and thanks to some weight lifting, her arms were more toned and defined. Her face was thinner, allowing her beautiful cheekbones to show. Metropolitan magazine gave an article on proper skin care, and she stuck to the routine religiously, giving her a soft and even complexion. Her hair, she decided, only needed a few light blond high lights around her face and needed to be easier to manage. A visit to her parents' salon did the trick; her hair, still wavy, flowed past her shoulders with more easy and less frizz, and the high lights did wonders for her hazel eyes.
The robes at Hogwarts did no justice to any one's body shape, and Ron and Harry had barely noticed a change in her at all. She planned to show them though, in 4 weeks, when she would return to Hogwarts as Head Girl and a stunning beauty.
Hermione sighed again, and walked back inside to put on her swim suit. The thought of Ron and Harry squeezed at her heart a bit. Before the end of their 6th year, a huge fight had ensued between the trio, and neither one spoke to the other. Ron was jealous because Harry got all the girls' attention, while Harry didn't like the idea of Hermione dating anyone else. While they had never gone out, it was obvious that there were deeper feelings beyond friendship. Hermione felt that Ron and Harry were far too controlling of her and wanted to break lose from their overbearing grips. She knew the fight had been immature and stupid, but the thought of sitting around at home all summer hoping some one would owl her was enough to send her off the wall. With her parents' permission, she packed up a few of her belongings and escaped to their lake house for the summer.
Hermione finished tying the back of her two piece apron set from Veronica's Secret and threw her hair up in a messy ponytail. She slathered on some sunscreen (the lake had given her a beautiful but subtle tan), grabbed a towel and headed down to the dock. One of her favorite past times was jet skiing around the waters, jumping other boaters wake, spinning, and simply going full throttle down the way, letting the sun beam around her and the spray hitting her face. She loved the feeling of the freedom she felt out on the water. In a way, it was therapeutic for her. She lost all inhibitions on the lake, and let her heart take lead.
She slipped off her terry cloth wedged sandals and grabbed a life jacket from the lock box. Hermione dipped her foot in the water to test its temperature and smiled: the lake was nice and warm and calm, perfect for the adventure she was about to ensue. Jumping onto the seat of the jet ski, Hermione situated herself, pushed away from the dock and started the engine. The engine let out a small purr to let her know that it was awake and ready to go. The gas gauge was full- Hermione had filled up only yesterday- and she set off onto the water, her heart beat steadily picking up pace.
On the weekends, boaters and skiers alike all flocked up to the beautiful mountainous region to escape the hustle and bustle of every day life, making the waters very choppy and on occasion, very dangerous. Hermione merely smiled at the prospect, more people meant more wake for her to jump.
Her jet ski was a new model, and included navigational equipment and a CD player. She pressed the play button and the rhythm and beat of the muggle band "Metallica" filled her ears. There was only one way to ride the waters, and that was to the band. Fully prepared to take on the day, Hermione full throttled the jet ski and headed to wherever her heart guided her.
~ ~ ~
A devilishly handsome smile spread across his face. He sat hidden away from plain view as he watched the brunette on the jet ski.
Draco Malfoy looked through his binoculars as he watched Hermione jump a passing boater's wake. He had been watching her since arriving at the lake. His father and mother away to Asia for the summer, Draco retreated to their summer home. He watched her as she jetted away from plain view, and Draco stood up and stretched his legs. His jaw line was stronger, his torso and arms much more muscular thanks to Quidditch and weight lifting. All the Slytherin girls wanted him, but he found them all boring and obsequious. He wanted a challenge. Granted, Granger drove him up the wall with her catty looks and know- it- all attitude, but the idea of the chase caused a stir in his boxers.
He wasn't a virgin, thanks to Pansy and a few other girls in Slytherin, but the thought of all of them disgusted him. They were slutty and willing to give too much. He had to admit it to himself, Hermione got hot, and the idea of the two of them fucking on his couch was enough to make him lose it right then and there. Seeing her every day gave him hard ons that lasted for hours, and he knew he couldn't take much more of it. From the moment he saw her, he made a vow to himself. He would have her.