I don't own a thing. Please don't sue!
Someday
Ch. 2 Chance
Hermione enjoyed having the sun beat down up against her back and her hair blowing in the wind. She had been jet skiing for nearly an hour before deciding to head back to the lake house and read for a while under the sun's rays.
Revving up the jet ski again, Hermione set off back in the direction she came from. She full throttled the machine and jetted towards her lake house.
From the corner of her eye, she saw that she was not alone; another jet skier was running parallel to her. She turned her head and saw it was a stud of a male. Muscular, blonde, looking very pompous and confident. Her heart fluttered a bit as she continued her trek towards the lake house, but keeping her peripheral on her fellow traveler. She noticed him zig zag from her wake, making circles, jumping, spinning, being a hotshot. She was filled with such a sudden annoyance that all she wanted to do was get away from the asshole.
Her companion quickly sped up so that he was riding parallel with her, but at some distance away. He inched his jet ski closer to hers, then sped forwards so that he was ahead of her, trying to cut her off. Hermione grew increasingly more annoyed with the little fucker as she tried to maneuver her way as to not to hit him. She got the weird sense that she had recognized this manner before, but dismissed the idea as he sped away to the other side of the lake. She grew a sigh of relief, as she believed he was done hot dogging his way around her, trying to show off.
Hermione quickened her pace back to the lake house, the other man on the jet ski very close on her tail. When she looked back again, he was gone, and no where in the horizon. Hermione wondered where the guy had run off to, but quickly discovered where he was when she turned her head and found Draco Malfoy, his sarcastically evil smile and his jet ski too close to comfort. She tried to speed up, but she was too late.
Draco rammed his jet ski into Hermione's, forcing her to fall of and into the water.
"Watch where you're going, Granger!" Draco yelled as he regained control of the machine and flew across from where he came from.
"FUCK YOU MALFOY!" Hermione was fuming. He caused the accident, and blamed it on her. She recovered her composure, adjusted her bathing suit bottoms, and slid back on to the back of the jet ski and started it up. The engines roared with out a problem, and Hermione headed back to the lake house.
~~~
"And THEN, he has the gall to tell me to watch where I was headed!" Hermione yelled into the phone. She was talking to Ginny Weasely, the only person she didn't mind talking to right now. Ginny was a great listener, and Hermione appreciated her for that.
Hermione paced the living room in a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and a blue tank top. After a quick shower, she threw a pizza into the oven and proceeded to call Ginny. She was grateful to have Ginny as a best friend.
"What a bleeding prick!" Ginny called back.
"And what's worse, is he's up at the lake now."
"It's a pretty big lake, 'Mione. What are the chances of you seeing him again?"
"Well, I suppose that's true." She pondered the thought a bit as Ginny continued.
"And besides, he's probably only up there for a short time. You know those Malfoys; they come and go as they please."
"Ah, yea, that is true. So what's been going on with you, Gin?"
"Well, nothing. Ron's been sulking all summer and he's beginning to drive me batty. Percy still isn't talking to Dad, but writes an occasional- but short- letter to Mum. Bill is off with Charlie doing lord only knows what. The twins' joke shop is really taking off. They're making a comfortable profit, and giving some of it to Mum and Dad. They seem to be pleased. Harry occasionally writes me. He asks of you." She let the tale end of the sentence rise a bit, sounding a bit like hope.
"Oh?" Hermione asked unenthused.
"He's just making sure you're okay."
"Maybe he should be checking in on some one else. I'm doing fine by myself. You didn't tell him where I was, did you?"
"I didn't."
"Thanks, Gin." The bell from the oven indicated that her pizza was done. She bid a fond farewell to her friend and Hermione opened the oven door. Aromas of oregano and tomato sauce filled the air as she took out her dinner. She grabbed a soda and sat on the couch, flipping through channels, before settling on The Fashion Channel. She ate her pizza in silence, but all the while, her mind was some where else.
"Why was he following me?" She asked out loud. A knock at the door interrupted Hermione's thought process.
"Now who the hell could that be?" She put her pizza down on the coffee table and held her breath for a moment. "Just a moment!" Hermione called out. She threw on her bathrobe and walked to the door. She flicked on the lights, and opened the door. Her eyes opened in horror as she looked at her caller.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
Someday
Ch. 2 Chance
Hermione enjoyed having the sun beat down up against her back and her hair blowing in the wind. She had been jet skiing for nearly an hour before deciding to head back to the lake house and read for a while under the sun's rays.
Revving up the jet ski again, Hermione set off back in the direction she came from. She full throttled the machine and jetted towards her lake house.
From the corner of her eye, she saw that she was not alone; another jet skier was running parallel to her. She turned her head and saw it was a stud of a male. Muscular, blonde, looking very pompous and confident. Her heart fluttered a bit as she continued her trek towards the lake house, but keeping her peripheral on her fellow traveler. She noticed him zig zag from her wake, making circles, jumping, spinning, being a hotshot. She was filled with such a sudden annoyance that all she wanted to do was get away from the asshole.
Her companion quickly sped up so that he was riding parallel with her, but at some distance away. He inched his jet ski closer to hers, then sped forwards so that he was ahead of her, trying to cut her off. Hermione grew increasingly more annoyed with the little fucker as she tried to maneuver her way as to not to hit him. She got the weird sense that she had recognized this manner before, but dismissed the idea as he sped away to the other side of the lake. She grew a sigh of relief, as she believed he was done hot dogging his way around her, trying to show off.
Hermione quickened her pace back to the lake house, the other man on the jet ski very close on her tail. When she looked back again, he was gone, and no where in the horizon. Hermione wondered where the guy had run off to, but quickly discovered where he was when she turned her head and found Draco Malfoy, his sarcastically evil smile and his jet ski too close to comfort. She tried to speed up, but she was too late.
Draco rammed his jet ski into Hermione's, forcing her to fall of and into the water.
"Watch where you're going, Granger!" Draco yelled as he regained control of the machine and flew across from where he came from.
"FUCK YOU MALFOY!" Hermione was fuming. He caused the accident, and blamed it on her. She recovered her composure, adjusted her bathing suit bottoms, and slid back on to the back of the jet ski and started it up. The engines roared with out a problem, and Hermione headed back to the lake house.
~~~
"And THEN, he has the gall to tell me to watch where I was headed!" Hermione yelled into the phone. She was talking to Ginny Weasely, the only person she didn't mind talking to right now. Ginny was a great listener, and Hermione appreciated her for that.
Hermione paced the living room in a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and a blue tank top. After a quick shower, she threw a pizza into the oven and proceeded to call Ginny. She was grateful to have Ginny as a best friend.
"What a bleeding prick!" Ginny called back.
"And what's worse, is he's up at the lake now."
"It's a pretty big lake, 'Mione. What are the chances of you seeing him again?"
"Well, I suppose that's true." She pondered the thought a bit as Ginny continued.
"And besides, he's probably only up there for a short time. You know those Malfoys; they come and go as they please."
"Ah, yea, that is true. So what's been going on with you, Gin?"
"Well, nothing. Ron's been sulking all summer and he's beginning to drive me batty. Percy still isn't talking to Dad, but writes an occasional- but short- letter to Mum. Bill is off with Charlie doing lord only knows what. The twins' joke shop is really taking off. They're making a comfortable profit, and giving some of it to Mum and Dad. They seem to be pleased. Harry occasionally writes me. He asks of you." She let the tale end of the sentence rise a bit, sounding a bit like hope.
"Oh?" Hermione asked unenthused.
"He's just making sure you're okay."
"Maybe he should be checking in on some one else. I'm doing fine by myself. You didn't tell him where I was, did you?"
"I didn't."
"Thanks, Gin." The bell from the oven indicated that her pizza was done. She bid a fond farewell to her friend and Hermione opened the oven door. Aromas of oregano and tomato sauce filled the air as she took out her dinner. She grabbed a soda and sat on the couch, flipping through channels, before settling on The Fashion Channel. She ate her pizza in silence, but all the while, her mind was some where else.
"Why was he following me?" She asked out loud. A knock at the door interrupted Hermione's thought process.
"Now who the hell could that be?" She put her pizza down on the coffee table and held her breath for a moment. "Just a moment!" Hermione called out. She threw on her bathrobe and walked to the door. She flicked on the lights, and opened the door. Her eyes opened in horror as she looked at her caller.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"